I’ve lived in the Northeast all my life. I like it here. I like the landscape, the culture, and the dramatic cycle of the four seasons (my favorite being autumn). I have no inclination to live anywhere else, and will doubtless make my home here for the rest of my life (unless some combination of ancestral yearnings and American dissolution should one day pull me back to the north of Scotland.)
I was, therefore, a tad chopfallen to learn from Walter Russell Mead this morning that simply by living in New York and Massachusetts I’m destroying the planet.