Perspectives

Early on the morning of September 11, 2001, I was a newly minted warehouse supervisor for a farmers cooperative.

My friend Jim talks to middle school students about history. He starts off by asking what each of them knows about the past.

Dear Heloise: I buy my eggs from a farm where the chickens, geese and turkeys run free. The eggs are sold in cardboard egg cartons, ungraded, and they have not been cleaned, at least not much. They have no straw on them, but they appear to sometimes have smears of feces and other materials, which mostly wash off in warm water and dishwashing liquid.