I’ve always said that if I won the lottery I would do two things: (i) employ my own full-time IT support person; and (ii) take out a subscription to the New Yorker — because then I would have time to read it from cover to cover every week. But last month I decided that life is too short to wait for the lottery (besides, where would I invest the money?), so I signed up for a subscription, and the first issue was waiting for me today when I got home from work. It’s a wonderful magazine, with great writing and liberal, humane values which provides a welcome reminder that there are some great things about America.