A Pain in Any Case: A Parable for the Ides of March
Over the course of the last month, the pain in my lily-livered liberal all-American heart has only been exceeded by the pain in my #12 all-American tooth. Each conveyed a kind of dull, background ache as I carried on my daily routine. When focused on other things, like coding Web sites or writing, the discomfort seemed to disappear. But when I sat quietly for a moment, with no outside interference, I felt #12 pulse rhythmically. As things started to heat up in the Persian Gulf, so too did the searing in my upper jaw. I drove 40 miles in a driving...