Second Semester, a few days on

Yesterday my son calls, full of news from his second semester, sophomore year. Every single class fits right, he says. He reports on the small details, the general themes, the meals squeezed in with friends. I learn, by virtue of him, about the strange fungus that fueled the odd behavior that led to the Salem Witch Trials. I get (secondhand) an insider's perspective on the business of TV. I hear about the high and low art of a recent film. He laughs through the retelling of some story t...