The Postscript MY PARENTS LIVE in a cabin deep in the north woods. I know this sounds like the start of a fairytale. Sometimes, it seems a bit like one. There are bear in the woods. Deer run in herds. The seasons are far more pronounced and extreme than those I am used to. After a day of glorious autumn sunshine on my bare arms, I woke in the middle of the night and saw, in the moonlight, that…