As I write, I should have been on a plane, headed to Tulsa. I was supposed to be giving a talk at the Idea of a Village Conference at Clear Creek monastery but the event was cancelled due to damage caused in the area by tornadoes. I heard that no fewer than 23 tornadoes were reported in the vicinity in a single day. In consequence, and unexpectedly, I find that I will have a weekend at home with the family. As it’s unexpected, we have made no plans, which is the way I like it.
Here’s an old essay which I’ve stumbled upon in the cyber attic. Reading it again, many years after it was originally written, I’m a little embarrassed by its abrasive tone. I do hope that those of my friends in the Inner Sanctum who are of Irish descent will forgive me and will know that I would not, today, write on such issues in such an abrasive manner. Please read on (charitably and in a spirit of forgiveness!)