As a child seated around a campfire I was treated to a thrilling recitation of Edgar Allen Poe’s short horror story, Fall of the House of Usher by a close family friend, Leonard Gurian. I have wanted to retell this for as long as I can remember. Now with the help of my friend … More Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allen Poe
You my find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile. You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. You may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”- David Byrne My family has always owned Buicks. I remember my grandmother telling me the Roadmaster had been her favorite car, but … More There is Refuge in the Road: My Father’s Buick
This past week we saw the President of the United States fly to the far side of the world to meet with the leader of a small, hermit country lead by a man whose family has generated, at great cost to his people, nuclear weapons which threaten his neighbors and now apparently, the American mainland. … More Real Nuclear Hardball- “Don’t Wait for the Translation, Answer the Question”
Occasionally world events bring to the forefront remarkable people who write their experience large upon our own. World War Two, for example, brought out many who may have otherwise lived in obscurity. Poet and Spitfire pilot John Gillespie Magee Jr. was such a man. Born in China to missionaries, his father an American and his … More High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
Wouldn’t it great to be Bond, James Bond, if only for a little while? You know, the fast car, martini’s shaken not stirred, just another day of gun play for Her Majesty? Of course that job is already taken, but can we just pretend for a little while? No. Just try to drive around … More The Name’s Bond. James Bond.