Before I start in on my latest reading escapade, a confession: I bailed on a novel recently. Or, more accurately, I bailed on one finally. This does not make me feel good. I feel, in fact, like a damn failure. Even though I now agree that parachuting out of a book is OK — there’s… Read More Going down
The last time I spent any legitimate time in a library — I mean before this last time or two and not counting those mid-day carrol snoozes on campus so many years ago — I had to decipher the Dewey Decimal System, flip my way through drawers and drawers full of little index cards, wander… Read More Card me
In a mental hospital in New York I visited Savannah after her second suicide attempt. I leaned down to kiss her on both cheeks, European style. Then, staring into her exhausted eyes, I asked her the series of questions I always asked whenever we met after a long separation. “What was your family life like,… Read More Writing and re-reading
The president of the United States is at odds with his advisers, again, which probably tells you all that you need to know about this president. I mean, have you ever had a boss who doesn’t trust his or her employees? A boss who flat-out doesn’t believe them? Who thinks, always, that s/he knows better? That… Read More Crazy, or just getting old?
I was sitting at my desk in the back of the newsroom at the Pacific Daily News, in a 10-story tower in the capital city of Agana that is notable only because it was the only 10-story building in Guam, when the phone rang. It was my brother Charlie. It was one of those calls that,… Read More Of a certain age
Almost 20 years have passed since The City Too Busy to Hate last hosted The Big Game. But it’s happening again. The Super Bowl is coming to Atlanta. In a sobering, unavoidable, undeniable fact, the Super Bowl — brace yourself, COTNS — already is here. Tom Brady rolled into town over the weekend. The team that the… Read More Super Atlanta
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