May 20, 2010
How had I never heard of New England’s Dark Day until, well, yesterday?!
And I have a poem too! I know, I know, I only quote poetry about the apocalypse …
How had I never heard of New England’s Dark Day until, well, yesterday?!
And I have a poem too! I know, I know, I only quote poetry about the apocalypse …
Months that should be summer’s prime,
Sleet and snow and frost and rime.
Air so cold you see your breath,
Eighteen hundred and froze to death.
Oh that Freakonomics Blog at the New York …