I have been in New Orleans for the past few days, mostly a personal trip (my newly-retired husband had never been and has wanted to go).
We have been staying in an ancient B&B, which is pretty faded but has a lovely second story veranda with this view:
Northerners like me don’t have much experience with live oaks, and I found myself staring at the profusion of ferns and flower and I don’t know what growing in this ancient tree’s bark. And of course, I soon realized that every live oak of a certain age hosts a similar mini-ecosystem.
In The Local Economy Revolution Has Arrived, I wrote a couple of pieces about how economies were more like ecosystems than like machines. This realization has sort of crept sideways
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