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Jimmy, We Hardly Knew Ya

The Governor of Georgia was waiting on the front steps of his mansion as our vehicles approached. You wouldn’t have guessed that he was the Governor of Georgia, as he was dressed in white pants,…

Victor Navasky, R.I.P.

One fine day in the Winter of 1958, two oddly dressed men appeared in the narrow doorway of my office in the Yale Daily News building. The office was small, despite my grandiose title of…

And On The Sixth Of January…

And so it came to pass that on the sixth of January, 2023, two years after the demonstration/riot/failed coup that caused millions of dollars in property damage, six deaths and countless injuries on Capitol Hill,…

Forget It

That big sigh of relief we were expected to exhale when the dear, not quite dead left arm of the mostly right armed United States political system survived the 2024 election?  Forget it! No sooner…

Mailbox, Ballot Box

The deluge seems to be over. At this writing, there are still ten days until November 8. So, finally, it’s safe to throw into recycling the still growing daily pile of election-oriented mail. There’s been…

And On The Fifteenth Day…

And so they have ended. Maybe. And on the first day after the fourteen of the House Select Committee “Investigating” January 6,  the airwaves, print pages and cyber-spaces are zinging with words and thoughts about it all.…

Recalling Recall

You can be forgiven for having forgotten. I began my own forgiveness by reviewing a box of clippings gleaned last year. Yes, it was only a year ago that we had the opportunity to decide…

Books, Books

Dear Rebecca Mandelstam, I’m responding to your “Dear Friend” letter, which I received via e-mail yesterday. First, I hope we are “friends,” in some sense, or at least might be, should things work out appropriately…

People’s Park, Berkeley

In the southwest corner of the 2.8 acres of unbuilt land in Berkeley known since April 20, 1970 as “People’s Park,” there grew a tree which I planted there that morning. An unlabeled sapling, about…

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