Last month, outside of JFK, Elizabeth commented, “No smoking sign… but it smells like smoke.”
You know how you know a lawn might have poop on it? When there’s a “No dogs allowed” sign.
There were a lot of peaks over the past year.1 But the highest peak, metaphorically and physically, was Bald Mountain in Ketchum. Last year, as
Tyler and I were sitting in a diner in Nashville. He took a sip of his coffee and said, “language is consciousness. If we don’t have the words to
