Better late?

We got the loveliest Christmas card today from the woman who heads up the Lambda Legal Defense Fund. The group does such good work for people who can't afford to defend themselves against the onslaughts of an uncaring society. . . .

Which led me to consider that among the wonders of the world, getting a late card is nothing. At least it was THIS Christmas.

The card, after all, had gone through Tennessee, and damn close to the monkey trial town at that. Which to my mind is a warp backwards not of months, but of centuries.