In light of the Boston tragedy, how can I publish my trifle of a post, which—on a day when we felt safer and less heart-heavy—might make some readers smile?
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A Washington Story: What if he’s a terrorist? He’ll know where I live. Better to remain inconspicuous.
Unlike me, my friend Eleanor never worries about the dark or anything else; she’s more evolved than I am. All my fears and worries I blame on my inner cavewoman, who is constantly on the lookout for danger. Fear of darkness (myctophobia) made sense 200,000 years before Thomas Edison came …