February 7, 2016

100 Words -- The Politics of Change

John F. Kennedy inspired the nation with his energy and rhetoric. I remember being ready to join the New Frontier. I also remember that by the time Kennedy went to Dallas, he was feeling the political heat. The New Frontier was mired in Congress. When Lyndon Johnson took office, he was seen by many as a political hack. What did he get done? Medicare and Medicaid, Head Start, food stamps, The Civil Rights Act, and increased environmental protections. So who was more effective as president, Kennedy or Johnson. It’s not an easy question to answer, but it’s one worth debating.


February 6, 2016

February 5, 2016

100 Words -- Goldman Sachs Strikes Again

Last night’s debate left me thinking the Republicans may actually have a chance, assuming either Trump or Rubio gets the nomination. It’s those transcripts of Hillary’s speeches to Goldman Sachs. We know they will eventually get out. We know there will be sound-bites making it easier to portray Hillary as a stooge of Wall Street. Why else the reluctance to release them? That won’t change any Republican votes, but it could curb the enthusiasm of Bernie’s supporters if Hillary wins the nomination. A fired-up Republican base against a lukewarm Democratic base spells big trouble for Clinton. So yeah, I’m nervous.


The Inferno

"All that is God's, hallowed be His name, must have its counterpart, 
its backside of evil and negation." 
George Steiner, "The Portage to San Cristobal of A.H."

''If you could lick my heart, it would poison you.''
Survivor of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising


January 27, 2016

The Gray Zone

"There is no why here."
Primo Levi, "The Drowned and the Saved"

January 26, 2016

Patina




January 22, 2016

100 Words -- Snow Days

We all have our Rosebud, a memory of childhood that comforts us in the evening of our life. Mine is of winter days spent sledding on Stockbridge Street. We’d wear ourselves out going up and down the little hill that ran down to the barn, refreshing ourselves with a scoop of snow or a broken-off icicle. On a dare, we’d launch our sled airborne off a granite ledge, sometimes into one of mother’s lilacs. When our fingertips burned from the cold, we’d go inside and make ourselves a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallow fluff.  What fun we had.