. When I was in the second grade, I ran away from home. I told one or two of my classmates at school of my intention, and at the end of the day, when the school bus from P.S. 18 dropped us off about a mile further west along Hillside Avenue, in Queens Village, in […]
Poetic License
As I mentioned last week, I am now contributing poetry editor at West magazine. Among my contributions in each issue will be a regular column on poetry called Poetic License. This issue’s essay is entitled “Poetic Thinking.” It is a Hollywood axiom that the first step to being a producer is calling yourself a producer. […]
The Privilege of Being Here
My last post, about my nephew Rob’s birthday, got me to thinking. (There are exits all around.) Over a pre-birthday, birthday dinner this past Saturday, Rob acknowledged to me that he actually doesn’t feel very celebratory on his birthday. Actually, neither do I, though birthdays in our family, as in most others, have for years […]
My Political Calendar for Friday, January 14, 2011
6 a.m. Morning in America 6:30 a.m. Exercise 1st Amendment right 2 tell liberal neighbor he’s an asshole. 7 a.m. Exercise 2nd Amendment right: target practice (neighbor leaves 4 work) 7:30 a.m. Morning Joe 8:30 a.m. “Rush” Hour 9:30 a.m. National conversation about race 10:30 a.m. Seek the better angels of our nature in a […]
1 World, Ocean View
It was New Year’s Day. It was the California coast as we rode our bikes north in celebration of the new year. We pushed our loaner one-gear cruisers up the hills they weren’t meant to climb, straining against gravity and a little age. We topped one hill to arrive at a bluff side turnout, where […]