Thursday, March 26, 2015

We live in the Age of Horror. Beheadings, school shootings, the slaughter of cartoonists. And now an apparently normal young man who turned to the earth to plunge himself, men, women and children to their deaths.

It got warm quick today, from about noon till about mid-afternoon, around the time a gas explosion shook 2nd Avenue at around 7th Street, not far from the old Fillmore East, where other kinds of bombs went off so many years ago.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


“He lost sight of what he was supposed to be doing up there. What the priorities were.”

Wednesday, March 11, 2015


"Payment," Jamie said. "For his nose—plus interest."

Friday, March 06, 2015


All fugitive slaves faced daunting odds

Thursday, March 05, 2015

We awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Jackie singing. I didn’t recognize the song, and I couldn’t really hear the words, but her voice was tuneful and clear. I walked in and asked her what was going on.

“I’m singing so I can remember my dream,” she said. Then she began to cry, because she couldn’t remember it now, because she wasn’t singing anymore.