Some things were just meant to be
As a rule I'm a 'never-before-noon' man. But one morning recently there it was, on top of the spread of magazines laid out for me on my desk. Cover story of The Atlantic Monthly, the magazine founded by Ralph Waldo Emerson and some cronies over a few drinks at the Parker House Hotel in Boston in 1857. Four words. "The End Of Men."
I glanced at the clock -- 11:15. But I picked up the ice tongs anyway, put two cubes in an old-fashioned glass and...
Published on July 23, 2010 14:48