The End is Near

Pretty much every morning, for the past two years, the First Amendment champions at The New York Times have kept us up to date on the grim totals of the pandemic with all manner of charts and graphs and statistics. In the 21st century business of journalism, this is known as "data journalism:" the gathering,… Continue reading The End is Near

Poor, Poor Me

When I was in my late teens, sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin (while, as Springsteen sings, "it was all just slippin' away"), I wrecked the family car. Drove it off a country road not far from our house on the way to taking my little brother to some kind of music practice.… Continue reading Poor, Poor Me

Cincinnati … Super Bowl

The cold at Paul Brown Stadium that winter day, as I sat there shoulder-to-shoulder in utter climate shock, was the kind that instantly stiffens muscles and sinks so deeply into bones that it takes months to ooze out. Every exhale, every scream from the hardened crowd produced a cloud. Applause, when there was any, was… Continue reading Cincinnati … Super Bowl

Remember When Movies Were Good?

Probably 15 minutes or so into one of the latest Netflix blockbusters, a satirical hammer to the skull about disasters that human beings so blithely and comically ignore -- ha! climate change, ha! silly politicians, ha! the pitfalls of sudden fame, ha! a comet destroying Earth, ha! we're such dunderheads -- I knew that we… Continue reading Remember When Movies Were Good?

If At First …

During my first semester of college, in between learning to catch a screaming frisbee behind my back (I should have been in class) and drinking unfathomable amounts of beer (I probably should have been studying), I wandered through a slightly advanced English class -- trust me, it wasn't that advanced -- in which I was… Continue reading If At First …

That Time

One late July day in 1999, months after the end to another spectacular season in his Hall of Fame career and just weeks before he was to report back to Detroit for his 11th year in pro football, Barry Sanders fired off a fax (remember those?) to his hometown newspaper (remember those?). "Today," Sanders wrote,… Continue reading That Time