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I was born at the end of the cold war, unaware of the danger we were emerging from. Duck and cover drills (as if those could protect schoolchildren from a nuclear blast) were a curiosity of the past.
The farmer-poet Wendell Berry, who wrote about the dread of nuclear war, died recently. From his 1968 “The peace of wild things”:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least...
Hi all, due to the low signups this time, we decided to cancel the event this time. We'll take a break in May and we'll be back in June with a regular schedule.
If you have any suggestions for topics, for future meetups, please let us know!