A Beer Before Budapest

And: mystical poetry, Jordan Peterson, and reawakening wonder in children

I am leaving in the morning for Budapest. I went up to tell my mom goodbye — she moved into an assisted living facility on Sunday — and then stopped off to have a farewell pint with my son Matt near campus. I’m surely going to miss those dear people. The last time I went, Matt came over three weeks after I arrived. That consolation is not available to m…