I’ve been rather busy packing up my life. It’s a time-consuming activity, one which raises questions like “how did I get so much stuff?” and “how did I get the money to buy so much stuff?”. In spite of packing,…

It is two minutes after midnight here in Minnesota. There was just a knock on the basement door. It was my sister’s friend Kitty, carrying a pillow. A point about the basement door: accessing it requires traversing a fair amount…