As Yahoo rejects Microsoft’s not-so-friendly takeover offer and the mortgage crisis fallout spreads and the race issue presses in hard on Obama, my idyllic VT stint comes to a close. Yesterday I tore down my portable office—except my life support (laptop) of course—and packed all my things. I ran by the rapid fox and waved a see-you-next-time good-bye. Actually, he doesn’t even look like a fox at all anymore. He’s had something like two feet of snow dumped on him since he “attacked” me at the end of January. Now the configuration of tree stump and snow looks more like a harmless, Disney snail. Harmless, Disney…that’s an oxymoron, isn’t it? Anyway, you’re reading VT words now, and soon you’ll be reading NY words. I wonder if there’ll be any difference. If I feel different I suppose there will be. I wonder if I’ll feel more or less inspired. I wonder if the connection to the infinite source of ideas will be stronger or weaker there. Well, you’ll be the judges. Something to look forward to?