A couple of weeks ago I was invited to speak to a creative writing class at one of the most expensive prep schools in Minnesota, so I got up early on the appointed day and drove out to the suburb where it sits gated and far from the barbarians. It was just after 8:00 o'clock in the morning when I arrived, but the rent-a-cops were in full swing, shepherding a parade of SUVs, minivans, and sports cars dropping off star pupils and future business... More >>>