A semi-retired academic-turned-bureaucrat returns to his Wisconsin boyhood home to attend to some family matters, consider his next career move, and contemplate a perplexing political landscape. Intermittent reading, thinking, and writing ensue—some of which, alas, finds an outlet here.
I welcome intelligent feedback but don't plan to invite comment on every post or publish every comment submitted. Establishing a soapbox for myself is bad enough; I see no need to create one for others, much less build another bridge for trolls to lurk under.
—F. C. Bartol