Many years ago, my great-grandparents, Arthur and Elsie Allen, were given a lot on old Coyote Valley. They cleared it and planted grapes. The pace at which the land was cleared upset the local agent…
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A few years ago our fine editor Bruce Anderson and I read the same article in a popular monthly magazine about steroids and competitive amateur bicycle racing. The article was written by a man in…
The title may sound like an after-midnight softcore porn on Cinemax, but The Desert of Forbidden Art is a magnificent documentary that tells the story of one man’s relentless search to track down lost Soviet-era avant-garde paintings from artists whose lives and employment were in constant peril under Stalin’s regime.
It was bound to happen. He's so close to being five. Certainly other kids have done it earlier. We were visiting my parents at their homestead in Albion where dinner is lovingly prepared with whatever…
The French are for the millionaire. The Americans are for the maid. Among the French, three out of five think the IMF’s former managing director, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, has been framed. (Strauss-Kahn tendered his resignation as…
On Christmas eve, 1967, John announced to the others, “Creedence Clearwater Revival.” It was to be their new name after coming through high school as the Blue Velvets, then christened the “Golliwogs” by their record company a couple of years earlier.
Pinko terror-symps and the “rule of law” gang may cavil and whine at the lack of legal propriety in the execution of Osama, but it’s not cutting much ice with liberal America. For long years…