WELCOME March 29, 1999 ISSUE

To Our Readers

William E. Moody

HEADING BACK TO the dock after a morning exploring the backwaters of a Louisiana swamp, we had to cross several miles of a broad, shallow lake. A windstorm had churned the waters, slamming our fifteen-foot boat with sixty eight-foot waves. We finally made it to the boat landing, shaken and wet. It had not been a fun ride home.

Earlier that morning—as the sun had risen through the cypress trees, as the water hyacinths opened their blooms to the light, as the duck weed traced intricate patterns of green across the surface of the dark waters, as the red-winged blackbirds chittered in the tall reeds—nature had been kind, full of promice. It was a time of beauty, peace, and wonder.

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