Three years have passed since I contemplated writing this story. I kept changing my mind. What’s the point of a story in which nothing happens, and no answer is found?
Then again: does anything sum up the middle of 2022 better than that?
In November 2016, the weekend before the election, I took my children to southern Illinois on what I came to call “the last good day.” They were five and nine. We drove three hours and back from St. Louis to show them the southlands of our neighboring state. We visited Shawnee National Forest, home to the Garden of the Gods: giant towers of rock where even small children can climb on cliffs of arboreal splendor.
It was a perfect day, a free day, the kind you keep in your mind to revisit in darker times. After we climbed the rocks, we took the kids to the Ohio River. I have photos of them skipping stones near an old bandit cave, clapping in joy as they skimmed the surface, unaware of the future behind them.
“I want to go back,” I told my husband in 2022. “I want another perfect day.”








In 1999, the then state-owned Servicio Postal Mexicano issued a postage stamp celebrating sixty-five years in Mexico of the development bank Nacional Financiera (Nafin).





