One of my favorite books as a child — and subsequently an adult reading to my own children — is Dr. Seuss’s cautionary tale, “The Lorax.” A parable about greed and environmental indifference, it concludes with the main character, the Once-ler, having followed his insatiable greed as it plowed through a forest of Trufula Trees, alone in his Lerkim beneath the “smoke-smuggered stars,” wallowing in regret.
What follows is, too, a cautionary tale about entering into deals with the devil, as well as a touching tome on the triumph of persistence and good over evil.
Or, maybe it’s just a shitty story with a happy ending.

Dr. Seuss’ Once-ler, lurking in his Lerkim
Many years ago, my mother moved from suburban southern California to the northern California woods — taking along with her, her music industry boyfriend. More