The Ravages of Age

By way of explaining our absence of the past few days

My tree died.

Now, I understand how low this ranks in your—and ok, my own—existential, much less daily, concerns. And frankly, even bothering to tell you about it right now shows how concerned—ok, desperate—I am about meeting the expectations of SpyTalk’s loyal readers and subscribers.

If my tree dies without you knowing, in a forest or not, does it ma…