LETTER FROM THE EDITOR As part of some senior year lifestyle kick to “be a grown-up,” motivated by what is no doubt an infant’s comprehension of what it is that grown-ups do, I’ve been domesticating myself like my own nascent pet (for the wonderful possibilities of therapy pets, see our neighborhood dogs centerfold!). I cooked, once. And I reheated the remains, so twice. I bought an industrial sized jar of Skippy, which is a sign of yuppie levels of commitment. (Speaking of c