Ancient Greeks, unread books and fat chances, part 2 | Chuck's World
Last updated 9/27/2017 at Noon
I met a 10-year-old girl last week, completing a circle I was only vaguely aware existed, although that seems sort of dumb now. With apologies to Zeno, our goofy Greek from last week’s column, kids will always prove to us that we are, in fact, moving in one direction.
I’d met her once before, a few weeks after she was born, when friends of ours, her grandparents, held an open house so we could say hello. It was a nice July day, and at some point I was handed this infant and someone snapped a photo. This was forwarded to me a few days later, and it was fascinating.
She was a squirmy ba...