There was a time I envied American children at school. The freedom of dress and opinion; The yellow school bus at the doorstep; The gym and sports and, most of all, The swanky halls of learning. We were regimented in
The Passing of Friends in the Digital Age
Around twenty-five years ago, after the death of a Swedish friend, I received a surprise package containing two notebooks from the executors of his estate. On deciphering the pages, painstakingly written in longhand, the books turned out to be the