From the New Yorker:

The Nihilistic Euphoria of the Fish Tube

Dropping The Boy off at college.  Over 110F here.  But it is a dry heat.   Decided to stay a few  more days since the Biltmore is so cheap this time of year.  Did I mention it is 110F? Last night we saw two hotel workers poking around the gardens with black light flashlights.  They were looking for scorpions which are florescent and glow green in a black light.  Of course they were killing them.  Makes me want a pet scorpion.