Lately, I’ve been drawing circles on the floor of my office. Doing my best Faustus, conjuring up Keith Richards (my own personal Mephistopheles). “Oh world (my hand placed on forehead in a semi-dramatic...

When I drove over the hill into Wayne five years ago, with humid, wafting feedlot odors intensifying an already high level of culture shock, I wasn’t sure how long I would last. But the chance to teach...