For those paying attention, sometimes fevered attention, to the election this year, it can be hard to look away. It’s a kind of self-reinforcing ailment in which you think that if you are not looking, something bad may occur. Not FOMO, but perhaps Fear of Not Doing...
It’s a time for doing what we can, as this election cycle turns into the homestretch, all the competitors lengthening their strides, accelerating for a possible photo finish. The heat on the track is increasing. Most of the things we do as individual citizens, however...
“Listen, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;Hardly a man is now aliveWho remembers that famous day and year…” Here comes the eighteenth of April again. I read that poem periodically for the...
In our old house outside of town, I used to work out in the mornings after the kids were picked up for school. I relieved the drudgery of the NordicTrack in a not-very-ennobling way, recording reruns of an over-dramatized medical show of the time called ER and...
The war I grew up with, the Vietnam War, is history now and its events sometimes look like what you see when you accidentally put binoculars up backwards to your eyes. Instead of bringing things close, you see a small image in the distance. If you’re lucky. My...