Wed, Dec 30 2020

“I love the cedar,” Walt Whitman exulted in his sublime Specimen Days, “its naked ruggedness, its just palpable odor, (so different from the perfumer's best,) its silence, its equable acceptance of winter's cold and summer's…

Terry Elliott No time like now.

So, it's been a year. For those of us in parts of the world where the pandemic still rages uncontained, it's going to be an even longer winter. It may be utterly trivializing to speak of silver linings when it comes to clouds this size, but there's…