Well, it has been a pretty good few days: health reform, marriage rights, fair housing, and a long-overdue recognition that fighting for slavery was wrong. And for some reason, I find myself reaching back to the past. Maybe it’s because Justice Scalia told us to go ask the nearest hippie. Maybe because today’s Times real-estate-section report on “what it’s like to live in …” features the town where I grew up. (I remember the split-level ranches — those were the fancy houses. We had an ordinary, small ranch on a slab foundation — no basement. I believe my parents bought it for $15,000.)
Anyway, whatever. Here’s something for this good week:
