…and why we need to start wearing them again I’m ancient, so I remember when all men wore hats. Not ballcaps. Proper hats. Everyone. Even the man who lived under the bridge wore an old beat-up fedora. John F. Kennedy tossed hats away for good in the early 1960s, and no one really looked back.…
Opera isn’t always sad but it can be both sad and uplifting, which is hard to achieve in most musical genres https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRR1kcAuE7Y&list=TLPQMTEwNzIwMjb8gC1J8e9wMg&index=4 Time to say goodbye is Andrea Bocelli’s signature, but this particular presentation (apparently somewhere in Russia, sometime in 2021) is — besides being beautifully sung…goosebumps — one of the strangest stagings I’ve ever…
taught me more than I realized Thirty years ago I moved to Tuscany. I left my cozy carriage house on Church Street in Charleston– “slightly north of Broad” — and spent a couple years tending sheep and horses and olives and chestnut trees, on a mountainside on a 400 year old farm. I remember the…
or, how I learned to stop worrying, about EVERYTHING I’m quite old, so worrying about anything is really rather silly. But a LOT of things are going on around us right now, on many, many levels, from the significant to the bizarre. And drama surrounds everything. First, people were sick and died in great numbers,…
As long as I have been reading books, magazines, newspapers – cereal boxes, for goodness sake — it was pretty much understood that a person had written what I was reading. So, once I started reading more and better books, and consuming what was once real journalism, I wanted to write myself. It was just…
how do you “celebrate”? Memorial Day was established as a federal holiday in … … wait for it…. 1868! I was surprised. I have always thought it began with the First World War and that was the reason for the red poppies — which I had sort of forgotten. But I found a good history…
surface illusions… real infrastructure We’re having our dining room floor joists replaced. It’s an interesting process here in the Lowcountry, where most homes have a crawl space instead of a basement. Our house is from the mid-60s. It sits on a brick foundation which sits on a concrete footing, and underneath the house itself is…
and why is his “day” one big drunk? I grew up in New England, 2 hours north of Boston, a city I have always thought of as divided equally among Irish, Italians and blue blood brahmans (the old Beacon Hill aristocracy). Once a year, on the Feast Day of St. Patrick, March 17th, everyone in…

and their cumulative effects At my age, the joke about “getting old is not for sissies” has just become a mantra used for comic relief. Getting old is NOT for sissies. Things may slow down, and you may be fortunate enough to have a plan in place… …but that doesn’t stop the challenges. Even transhumanism…