Editor's
Notes
By the yard, by the meter,
by the paper plate A Renaissance
Society exhibition offers a different way to take the measure of
Cobb Hall.
Twenty-some Junes ago I stood with my father
at the edge of a Maryland tobacco field, watching as my younger
brothers planted into the evening. “Do you know why I farm?”
Daddy asked. Because his questions were generally rhetorical, I
waited. “I farm for the curve of the trees against the sky,”
he replied. Then, his voice shifting gears, he yelled out to my
brothers: “Get that *#i*!-ing tractor back in line!”
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