Miracles happen. I don’t mean in the theological sense (the jury is still out on that): I mean those incredible, perfect events; the sort you think, until they happen to you, only occur in fiction.

When I went to college near New York City, hopping the train to Manhattan twice a week, I thought it was the only city in the world. I came from the boondocks and here there were actual bookstores, theaters and museums that showcased something other than prize-winning squashes. More »

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