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August 28, 2014 Fox News commentator Sean Hannity was shot to death in New York City today by a black police officer. Hannity, who had been pulled over on a routine traffic violation, was discovered to have Strawberry Twizzlers that … Continue reading →

August 23, 2014 I walked outside at five-thirty this morning. It was eighty degrees. My shirt got soaked before I could reach the road. A weather forecaster last night said, for the next few days this area would be more … Continue reading →

August 20, 2014    I lead a sheltered, solipsistic senior life. Perhaps it is God’s retribution for my former nihilistic, artistic, hedonistic life. As for those friends and acquaintances who led productive, if jingoistic, true-blue American lives of hard work, … Continue reading →

August 17, 2014 We got our first black and white television when I was six, in 1954. The very first image the family saw was of George Reeves, as “Superman.” He killed himself. That was the beginning of me losing … Continue reading →

August 15, 2014 “The half moon hangs o’er the Mississippi River, The half moon hangs in a robin-egg sky; The half moon hangs on a mid-August morning: Let us give thanks; Let us give thanks.”   “White egrets fish on … Continue reading →

August 13, 2014 My wife Barbara and I had just broke up. We both were relieved—so I thought. I had to find an apartment and regroup. My friend Marmie was staying the winter with her son Bill, in suburban Lake … Continue reading →

Monday, August 11, 2014    Crow came back today. There was a great commotion in the south yard, below my office, as songbirds flew for their lives into the bushes and a red-tail hawk landed on the fence behind the … Continue reading →

August 7, 2014 This part of the Mississippi River Valley has some of the richest soil on earth. Look on a topographical map and read its designation: The American Bottom. Drive south along Route 3, parallel to the river and … Continue reading →

August 5, 2014   Storms rolled through the country this morning. I awoke at five, stared at the peeling paint of the bedroom ceiling and was rocked by the violence of lightning and the concussion of thunder. I expected that … Continue reading →

July 31, 2014 “Oh, the waning days of July, me building glider planes from apple crates and wire—my father was a produce man. Never mind, glider could not glide. Prop that plane on a limestone ledge of the Ohio River … Continue reading →