There are few things more satisfying in life than discovering, quite by accident, that the rituals of one’s childhood—those that seemed merely quaint or mischievous at the time—are in fact the ancient echoes of civilizations long past. As a child growing up in Greece, I recall the neighborhood’s yearly transformation come late June. We children,Continue reading “Of Fires, Flowers, and Fateful Futures: The Curious Tale of Klidonas”