Since all the cool kids (or at least some of them) are writing about the end of the world, I thought I’d write about where I first heard about this.
I’m such a notorious cheapskate, the Mayans had a folk song about me. I was at a library sale, scooping up cheap books, in the summer of 2007. You meet some interesting people at these places, and one of the more colorful is a guy named Jim. Read more

