Pursuing another self-imposed deadline, I plowed through Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway. (Keeping up with a book club often calls for such bouts of efficiency.) Thus,…
Say what you will about his white-suited schtick, Tom Wolfe wore it well. As he’s elaborated many times, the whites were his in-plain-sight camouflage —…
I knew I’d get tagged by some chum sooner or later. There’s another one of those “10 Records That Changed Your Life” Facebook memes going…
Sturgill Simpon’s apocalyptic tune “Make Art Not Friends” is taking on a new meaning for me these days, in this Our Time of Corona. A…
I’ve had this one in the can for over two years now. I started it right after daylight savings time switched over, when the evenings…
“Tradition’s whatever you grew up with.” That was some truth passed on to me by a wise Mennonite lady who was doing the best she…
Like Tony, I spent some early years swinging on the bottom rungs of the restaurant business. I was a first-rate busboy, a hard-working dishwasher, but…
A few political spin-cycles back I got the the idea that I should stop looking at public policy through various ideological filters, but instead take…
If you feel like scaring yourself slightly shitless today, google the worst-case scenarios of an EMP attack. The Cold War was all about total–and mutual–annihilation.…
Standing on the back patio, half-step past the corroded frame of the departed screen door, my hands were drawn to the natural holds — the…