“Just look at that rich, dark soil,” I exclaimed the other day, while leaning on a hoe and gazing tenderly at a freshly dug furrow. “Think of how cozy you’ll be underneath such a soft blanket of earth.”
People who give themselves nicknames are generally loathed. I would loathe them, too, if I wasn't guilty. My self-created nickname? "A Man of Cola." I did so in homage to the fact that I've spent an insane amount of time in...