In the New York Times the other day, Frank Bruni hit on something that’s been bothering me, too: I’m haunted by…how easily a person these days can travel the globe, and travel through life, in a thoroughly customized cocoon. I’m not talking about the chain hotels or chain restaurants that we’ve long had and that somehow manage to be identical from time zone to time zone, language to language: carbon-copy refuges for unadventurous souls and stomachs. I’m talking about our... Read more