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Washington Post columnist Jamal Khashoggi, a former Saudi royal insider become dissident, has been tortured, murdered and mutilated inside the Saudi consulate in Istanbul, Turkey. He was a Virginia resident. President Trump made it clear that Khashoggi’s death would not … Continue reading
Remember the W.C. Fields film “If I had a Million?” Our hero inherits money, buys an endless string of cars and drivers, and takes off on the highway, deliberately crashing into cars he perceives to be a public menace. After … Continue reading
Today, I walk early to beat the heat, but there is heat and there is heat. Even the shadows along the path are warm and clammy, jungle-like, a caul, and gnats swarm my shoulders and face and perch on my … Continue reading
I walk with Ruby Puppy in the overgrown blackberry rows butterflies and burst milkweed pods hanging over our heads Peck’s skipper butterflies, a bellwether species, small, yellow-brown, perch on tall grass stems I pick berries and Ruby Puppy eats berries … Continue reading
A ruby-throated female spent a long time at my feeder this morning. Normally, hummingbirds act territorially, but the lady was calmly sharing with what looked to be a bumblebee, a small black flyer at the tube next to her. Then … Continue reading
I watched Laurel and Hardy last night in “Sons of the Desert.” It’s one of the great comedies ever filmed, with a skewed look on marriage (Stan’s wife is out duck hunting). Stan and Ollie join a lodge, Sons of … Continue reading
It was the 70s, man. My good friend and fellow musician Dennis Gordon told me that there was an opening at the “underground” newspaper, The Chicago Express, for which he served as a copy editor. The job was a column, … Continue reading
Three inches of rain, they say, and an inch of hummingbirds ruby throats frenzied at the feeder, bathing in a limestone cup of water Two inches of northern sky I measure with my thumb and forefinger a rose-colored sash … Continue reading
On June 23, 1988, James Hansen, director of the Godard Institute for Space Studies, in reply to a congressman who asked him when global warming would arrive, replied that it had already arrived. I don’t remember that hearing. Do you? … Continue reading