Autumn always exudes melancholy. The trees flaunt colors hidden by the ephemeral green of the promising summer. Then, reality dries and dissipates them, and the whimsy of the wind takes them to ground. In the stark certainty of winter, we faithfully hope for spring to grant a fresh start. Let's focus on that certainty of winter, because human affairs endure the same cyclical calamities as trees. Old leftists never recognize the drying of their leaves. They exacerbate the harshness of the wind, and refuse with the tenacity of wolverines to make winter a time of hope, or even thought.
When Mike O’Rourke called me Friday afternoon to ask questions for a story he was preparing on the maelstrom known as the Scheeler/Green controversy, one can imagine my lack of eagerness to participate in any way. Nonetheless, I patiently endured a few of his inquiries. He asked about several of Mr. Scheeler’s claims, whether anyone has brought lawsuits, and for my comments.