There is a large box in the custodian's office in the elementary school where I work.  It is labeled "for lizards only." It has never been used to catch a lizard. Or anything ... [+]

It was 1962, Wichita, Kansas.  My Dad surveyed the front yard—a very big front yard, a grim look on his face.   "Weeds," he pronounced sullenly, as if our front yard had become the equivalent of ... [+]