For once a double issue of a magazine is justified. Who can beat the real lowdown on Hootie Johnson, Augusta, and the feminist letter-writer, or the real lowdown on L. Dennis Tyco's purchases, or, especially, John McPhee again at last, writing a wonderful piece about riding with an over-the-road hazmat hauler, from Honeoye Falls, originally, of all places, all courtesy of that still-great institution, The New Yorker. In real life, it's helpful to have that pesky confusion between "flammable" and "combustible" clearned up. It was short McPhee, not all the space given to Looking for a Ship, so maybe there'll be a great long book yet to come.