Surely I had located absolutely every single stuffed Labrador Duck in the world. I had perused Paul Hahn’s 1963 inventory until my eyes were full of gravel, contacted most of the curators of the world’s bird collections, and followed every insidious tendril of the World Wide Web. Fifty-two stuffe...
IN THE FIRST MUZZY MOMENTS after waking, I could make absolutely no sense of the world around me. Lisa was on the other side of the king-sized bed, which virtually guaranteed that I had not died and gone to hell. Instead, it started to look as though I might have landed in Heaven. I spied a packa...
