War is coming, we’re still in recession, the public is still angry about 9-11 (hey, is all this connected?), so we must do something to rekindle a sense of joy in our own private lives. But what? What people on the home front have always done: throw themselves into the domestic arts, preferably something that is beyond the time and connects us with ancient truth. For my part, it is all about bread. I know that on LewRockwell.com, bread is out, meat is in. In the Age of Adkins, bread is the great taboo, the thing that puts inches on … Continue reading The Work of Human Hands