This is typical this year -- where there's one down, there's five.

There's an overwhelming amount of windfall, more than I've ever seen in spring. And the rain we got last fall and this spring just hosed everything.

We'll periodically be going to sneak out and fix things, but rehab is probably going to be minimal. It'll be years before we get the damage from this winter fixed.

It's extremely labor- and time-intensive.

I'm often associated with parallel narratives or dual narratives. The 'Devil in the White City' was a fluke.

If I'd been living in Berlin in 1933-34, could I possibly have foreseen the Holocaust and all the corollary horrors of World War II? And if I had, would I have done anything about it? I also started to wonder: how does a culture slip its moorings?