I’m quite fond of the Huntington Library, as we called it when I was a boy. It wasn’t far from my home, and I visited its art museum and its botanical gardens in San Marino often — including many times as an unappreciative elementary school kid on field trips, chiefly happy just to be out of class. Rather later, I proposed to my wife on the Library grounds. (For whatever it’s worth, too, my late brother served as... Read more