The Irish call it "a taste of ashes"--that brush with death that comes when loved ones start dropping like autumn leaves, forcing everybody within ash-shot to confront their own mortality. For post-boomers, that taste has come from the ashes that wafted from New York and Washington on 9/11, and the ones that continue to spew from Baghdad and Jerusalem, serving as a constant reminder that, as Kasey Chambers whooped, "We're all... More >>>