About six months ago, this odd little humor piece of mine was accepted by the literary magazine Defenestration. It would be published November 9, the editors told me. That date meant little to me at the time, far less than it does now. The sentiments in the last paragraph may resonate a bit with this current cultural moment for some of us, but otherwise the piece is completely apolitical. I hope you all are doing okay. I'm sending love and support if you're having a rocky time. P.S. In case there's any doubt, I adore E.B. White and his brilliant Charlotte's Web.