Room with a Diminished View
If I had to do it all over again, maybe I’d be a farmer. Don’t get me wrong. I had a wonderful career as a foreign correspondent. It took me to places I couldn’t imagine otherwise going. It kept me excited and engaged day-to-day. It satisfied creative impulses. It gave me, as they say, a front-row seat to history. And yet … There’s something about planting a seed or a sapling, tending it and watching it grow. Or, if you have the time, a tree. These thoughts ramble across my b