We guess we’re just old and useless. We’ve been happily reading Atlantic Monthly nearly cover to cover in recent days. It’s always full of stuff without a lot of pictures but which we can still understand, which should have made us suspicious, but didn’t. Now Mrs. Wolfe has sent us via the handy email (we know – modern marriage) this piece which we have read in great and ever increasing discomfort. We encourage both of our blog followers to plow through (it’s harder than an Atlantic piece) and then thank divine providence that we live between the mountain ranges. We need a drink. And it’s only 2pm.