Cloak and Dagger

First, let me tell you how things used to go. Toward the aft er end of each and every weekend— usually pretty late on Sunday aft ernoons—I’d conclude a 150-mile trip home from a far-distant city with a couple of very boaty, highly productive days behind me, working on the restoration of the I’d feel good, real good. But then, as I’d wolf down the nice little dinner my wife had prepared for me, a subtle gloominess would descend.