Southern Discomfort

SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT   When I was twelve years old, my brother Mike and I were handed off to our paternal grandparents so that our mother and father could claw their way through a divorce without having to fret about bruising our tender sensibilities.  For the most part, said sensibilities went unscathed at our grandparents’ elegant

The Death of Mr. Wonderful

Recently I watched Jackie, the movie about John F. Kennedy’s First Lady on the day of the assassination and those that immediately followed. Natalie Portman was superb in the title role.  She caught Jackie’s breathy voice and upper-class WASP accent perfectly, but, more important, she captured the new widow’s fear and rage.  It was a