“Treason, proditio, in its very name (which is borrowed from the French) imports a betraying, treachery, or breach of faith.

The shower was hot and wonderful. I could feel the cares of the day – the obligations, the worries, the responsibilies – drain away. Washing armpits, I made tentative after-shower plans that included an adult beverage and sitting on the couch with my wife. Turning off the water, I heard the sound that causes every parent to despair late in the evening.
Earlier this summer I resolved that I would plant a garden. Nothing large or particularly taxing, just an 8 x 8 foot plot, turned with a shovel. I went to the big local hardware/nursery place to get some seeds, only to find that their remaining vegetable seeds had been returned to the warehouse. It was “too late in the season”, they said, and everyone had already put their gardens in.
Last Thursday I was sitting in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, nursing my sore feet, when a young man, with a tie, digital audio recorder, and a slightly bemused expression asked me if I would participate in a survey being conducted on behalf of the Museum. I said I would. He sat next to me and began to ask me the same question over and over again. "Why are museums important?" |