Somewhat maniacally trying to atone for his lassitude while Hurricane Katrina ravaged the Gulf coast some weeks ago, asleep-at-the-switch George Bush has now made his eighth (and counting) visit to…
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If the temperature is high, and the air humid; if the light has mellowed to a creamy custard; if the traffic noise has softened from its late afternoon fury; and…
I remember exactly when I fell in love with books. I remember the book, too; it was Smiling Jack Escapes from Devil’s Island . At least I think that was…
Sweet tomatoes and melons grown by computers was fascinating stuff. But I had finished my interviews and, being a city boy, was ready to forsake the rural for the…
Israel, April 1990. “Joe Angel,” he said when I asked him a second time to pronounce his name in Hebrew for me. He saw my look of disbelief…
I wrote earlier this month (15.3) that what the right wing calls the “heartland” of America, really isn’t the heartland. And, at least in terms of security, the type…
Is it possible that luggage can have feelings? At least one suitcase does; one that has accumulated some “psychological baggage” along with a lot of dents, scrapes and frequent…
I spent my youth very close to my maternal grandmother . Loreta was a saint to me, and to everyone who encountered her. She was beautiful, loving, strong…
It seems paradoxical that the very cultural differences that form much of the attraction in romantic travel can become daunting when one considers actually living with them. There arises…
Why it should be Gwen who came to mind at that moment is only known to the little psychic gremlins that delight in scrambling synapses. But as I stood…