“Father Brown,” facts, and forgetfulness
I discovered this week that a Facebook friend has family connections to Robert Heinlein, my favorite science fiction author as a teenager. That reminds me of…
I discovered this week that a Facebook friend has family connections to Robert Heinlein, my favorite science fiction author as a teenager. That reminds me of…
I wonder how much more interesting conversations might be if we stopped asking someone we met for the first time, “What do you do?” and inquired…
When I think of posthumous tributes, I always tearily remember the final scene in Saving Private Ryan: the now-elderly former soldier who was the subject of…
Sometimes it seems like my brain has a mind of its own. There I am, quite happily focused on something of note, and all of a…
It’s not just learning that an English newsroom once again pulses to the rat-a-tat of typewriters that has dispatched me down memory lane. It’s also forty…
Imagine a president who uses his position to pursue sexual immorality: a bit of a stretch, I know. Next, envisage him arranging for one of his…
Marcia and I recently went to another level in our marriage. We explored an area many couples are too nervous to consider. We pushed the boundaries,…
For the first-time visitor, Howrah Station seems like a riot waiting to happen. The huge railway terminal in Calcutta—by the banks of the Hooghly, tributary to…
If Charlie Brown ever comes to me for advice, I’ll tell him not to do it. Until she shows some indications to the contrary, I’d recommend…
It could be because I am a journalist—always there with another question—but I am prone to uncertainty. At least, I think I am. Maybe. And especially…