Veni, Iane

Well, another awful year is over. I speak generally: for me, in particular, it wasn't too bad. Upon some reflection I have hit upon the curious fact that all of my best memories from this year are associated with places (Vienna, Madison, South Bend), and that all of those places are not Home. Perhaps I have entered the journeyman phase of life, when I must wander (Ahasuerus-like) until I remember why I should look homewards. That's one explanation.

In any case, let me employ this web-log to wish you a better forthcoming year than the one we just finished. Things will probably get worse, yes, but such is the course of history.