There is something almost sacrilegious about destroying these places because we don't give enough of a damn.
I have been fortunate enough in my job to have visited the Arctic twice, the first time north of Hudson Bay in Canada, and the second time to a barrier island called Shishmaref in the Chukchi Sea between Alaska and Russia. The Arctic is the most extraordinary place, vast and wild and, in parts, utterly untamed. (Being in a tin motorboat in a river three feet from a swimming polar bear is something I'll never forget, especially that moment when he rolled onto his back and, quite casually, sniffed the air loudly, as if to say, "Go ahead, lunchmeat, fall out of the boat.) It is still all those things. But it is also broken, perhaps irretrievably. We love this stuff a lot, even more so because it'll get to you in time. Get them something exceptional—and get it for them in one sitting. Boots built for guys who understand value and don't want to pay a high retail mark-up for high quality boots. In a multiverse of web-slingers, no actor understood the dopey sincerity of Peter Parker better than Tobey Maguire. I didn't realize what ADHD was doing to my life until way into middle age. But I got better, and you can too. F. Scott Fitzgerald's now legendary essay confronting the pressures of fame and his own mounting addictions first published as a three-part series across three issues of Esquire in 1936. Read it in full, right here. |
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