Beauties And The Beast
Beauties and the Beast Brett Kavanaugh’s a Justice now. Repulsivans have made it big. They turned deaf ears to all the row, And slapped some lipstick on a pig.
Han and Gret
There was once a traveling peddler who got lost in a vast forest on his way to a market town. He ran out of food, and was faint with hunger and thirst when he finally spotted a little cottage nestled in an open glade. It had a steeply-pitched roof, a single chimney at one end
A Hobbling Tour Of Florence and Rome, part two
A Hobbling Tour of Florence and Rome Observations of an Unapologetic Tourist Part Two We arrived at Florence’s Santa Maria Novella station and got a quick ride to our hotel with a sharp young cabbie who was surprised to find two obvious Americans who sure didn’t look as if their grandparents came from Italy, speaking
Dog Stories
Dog Stories I grew up with dogs, and I’m afraid of them. Our good friends in New Hampshire have two black Labrador-Chow mixes, friendly, affectionate critters now going a bit gray in the muzzle and lame in the hips. But they are still dogs, and they regard it as their bounden duty to guard the
A Hobbling Tour of Florence and Rome, part one
A HOBBLING TOUR OF FLORENCE AND ROME Observations of an Unapologetic Tourist Part One FLORENCE In June of 2006 my wife Patsy and I went to Italy, partly on business, partly as tourists, but also to practice the Italian we’d been studying for more than five years. Although we have no Italian heritage and haven’t
Yale Spooks
(NOTE: I wrote this piece for Terry Ross’s Black Lamb in 2008) I graduated from Yale University in 1964, and in an election year in which both candidates are Yalies who were members of Skull and Bones, some of my friends who think of Yale as a training-ground for Elite Eastern Snobs (which it certainly
Stupid Kid Tricks
Hurricane Carol hit Cape Cod at the end of August, 1954, when I was eleven. It was a bad storm, but our family’s big shingle-style house in Quissett had been built in the 1880s by my great-grandfather, using local carpenters who doubled as boatwrights and took bad weather as the norm. And unlike the last
True Colors
True Colors We white folks aren’t white. We’re pink, shading into beet red when we’re angry or drunk or both, tan when we’ve spent some time in the sun, gray when we’re dying, and olive drab when we’ve been dead for awhile. Only Vladimir Putin is really white, but he’s a vampire, not a human
Da System, De Jure
Not too long ago, for the first time in awhile, I got called in for jury duty. I used to be summonsed about every two years, ever since I settled permanently in Manhattan back in 1972, because I was self-employed and Da System assumed I didn’t have a real job. My long break came about
The Speaking Stone
Takahashi felt a twinge in his aging back as he raked the sand in the rock garden. It was midmorning, and he had been up since sunrise, first doing zazen in his cell for an hour, then eating a frugal breakfast of rice balls and cold tea in the refectory before going into the forest