Bringing the Text to Life
We thought we'd be calm by now.
Edgy journalists and hopeful preachers predicted about a year ago that terrorism and war would prompt us to enter into a period of deep, spiritual savoring. We would chuck the ladder-climbing and experience a lifestyle more reminiscent of a saunter than a sprint. We would trade the joy of parking a Beemer at the office for the joy of parking our bods in a hammock.
We would - we were told - not stop to smell only the coffee, but also the roses, honeysuckle, holly and Mom's best homemade mac and cheese. Comfort foods made a comeback. Who cared about fat grams and cholesterol if there was a chance that somebody could detonate a dirty bomb in your favorite restaurant?
Overstuffed sofas and home theatre systems - with the emphasis on "home" - sold like crazy. We nested, in search of consolation. Editorial pages observed a similar transformation in cities from coast to coast. This is what they told us: The tragedies of 2001, with all their sorrow, "brought...