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We should all hope to age gracefully—and go skydiving at 94, and jetboating at 95. Our man in Boise pays tribute to one who raged at the light.
Every night, another bag goes in the garbage, more waste goes in the landfill. A startling look at America’s capacity for garbage-making.
The West Nile virus attacked Boise this summer, and now planes spray the city with a supposedly harmless pesticide. But when facts are muddy and even the anchormen don’t know what’s safe, is it wise to let your sons play outside?
Going home for the holidays inspires remembering, but bringing your own children home adds a twist—will their recollections be anything like yours?
As winter approaches, the insects go underground. What we will miss? Moths that can smell sex a mile away. Butterflies with tongues on their feet. Centipedes able to kill birds. Our man in Idaho reports from the pastoral.
We interrupt our weekly Non-Expert column to bring you this dispatch, beginning a new series of letters: Our author in Rome returns home, from Italy to Idaho, finding chaos everywhere he looks.