Nine

15 days ago

The Joy of Being a Horrible Goose in a Time of Moral Crisis

newyorker.com

When I was eleven years old, I watched a teen-age boy shoot a goose from point-blank range. It was summer, and I was helping out on a farm run by a friend of my grandparents. Late one morning, one of the farmhands explained that there was a sick goose that needed dealing with.