Globes I've replaced my old world globe, a gift from many years ago, with a recently updated, illuminated one, one that represents the world of today, our timeline of history having passed the old one by. The Union of the Soviet Socialist Republics messily breaking apart like so many bad marriages. The countries of Africa redrawing borders with blood- filled pens; old Imperial monikers out, Africanized ones in. Looking forward, if I live long enough, another updated globe will surely have to replace my current one, a globe that reflects the effects of global warming, islands that once flourished now under ocean blue; a lot more blue as coastlines shrink. For the present, I'll just give my new globe a spin, point at a spot upon its surface, and randomly pick a mystery destination. As for the old globe? In my mind I launched it into deep space, to a quadrant where old worlds go to be archived, while in reality, I unceremoniously popped it into my car trunk, and dropped it off at the Goodwill. --G. O. Clark