I shall die hidden in a hut In the middle of an alder wood, With the back door blind and bolted shut, And the front door locked for good.
Elinor Wylie, Prophecy
I worry about newspaper columns more than I should, I suppose. The truth is, I keep expecting someone to tell me to shut up, but I don’t want to shut up. I want to write more columns.
That hasn’t always been so.
Not long after I joined the sta…