It’s not as though I don’t already have enough to worry about. Here I am, trying to pack up my life of the past 28 years, sell my old house, buy a new one, transport a neurotic dog and five birds (including one very vocal parrot whose language may get me tossed off the flight!) 800 miles to their new home while keeping my fledgling business functioning. And now I find I have to worry about my papers.
The worry started when I read about the controversy over where Senator Stevens’ papers will be housed. It grew as I read