The Architect

Kenneth Grahame's "The Wind in the Willows" continues to stand the test of time, as do other classics of my childhood (like Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". I am concerned that familiarity with such masterpieces may soon be limited to movie renderings if there is any familiarity at all (and if you doubt me, go poll your own sampling of twenty-somethings), and so I decided that having to occupy myself during an event of some moment, benefit might come from diverting some of the attention directed at the present matter to the musings of masters past. Any credit is due the authors upon whom I am poaching and of course my family (you know who you are and what you have done..... and I love you all, every one.)