Stanley Coren has been coerced by catnip
I had every intention of rising peaceably this morning and doing a detailed recounting of our trip up into the Ozarks; birds were singing, the coffee was burbling, the bacon was popping, dad still snoring, all necessary elements for a great writing session, when I made the mistake of glancing at the FB feed. And why do they call it a "feed" anyway, when what it usually resembles is what happens about two hours AFTER…