Calcutime

PEOPLE WHO LIVE in a modern world crave modern things. It’s almost laughable—actually, it is quite laughable—to think of some poor soul in this day and age bearing a boom box on his shoulders with blinking lights rivaling those on the Millennium Falcon and listening to the latest tunes from a basement-recorded Hi-Fi cassette—trademarks of the hip ’70s and ’80s. Why go through all the effort when the compact iPod and an entire generation of its relatives are available? But, even in a modern world, there are some things better left alone: the inscriptions on American currency, the rain forest and the innocence of a