Coming out of the subway at my post office was a celebration of icons. The other one is the post office itself, the main building in New York City, that…
“Language thou art too narrow, and too weak To ease us now; great sorrow cannot speak.” Words attributed to John Donne around 1617, which I found yesterday in the used…
I don’t think Janet and I are cool in Virginia. After a pleasant drive up the Shenandoah Valley, I thought we might cut over and head east again, after first…
Are we doomed to a digital panopticon, or not? This was a day I had prepared for extremely diligently and with some apprehension. Since I made the decision to apply…
