A POSTELECTION TOURIST IN VENICE SLIDES INELUCTAbly toward eternal thoughts:
-- How do the world's pigeons divvy up their assignments? Are the best and the brightest in the aviary awarded a nesting place in Piazza San Marco, while the dullards are consigned to bleak window ledges in Detroit?
-- Contemplating the small courtyard that still contains fragments of the boyhood home of Marco Polo, one wonders: Did memories of almost this same scene sustain the 13th century adventurer in his wanderings? Or was happiness for him always the sight of Venice in the rear-view mirror?
-- Why is the model for...