On The Eve Of The First Democratic Debates

On The Eve Of The First Democratic Debates

Twenty-four? Twenty-five? The special supplement to The New York Times lists twenty-two. And I thought seven candidates was a lot in 1992. The first “debates”—which is to say the first round of televised statements sanctioned by the Democratic National Party—will...
San Francisco 1: I Begin at the End

San Francisco 1: I Begin at the End

One thing just leads to another. And another. And another. It is now 10:51 A.M. Pacific time, 15 May 2019. I using a program called “Notes” which is definitely not Word and it is horrible. I can’t get into Office, it seems, because the contract is...
It Can Always Be Worse

It Can Always Be Worse

The phone rang. Caller ID said it was the Tattooed Boy, perhaps to wish my Dear One “Happy Birthday” because, after all, it was February 8. But a woman whose voice I did not recognize spoke, saying there had been an accident and that Jay wanted to talk.  He had been...
Berthe Morisot, an Impressionist Painter

Berthe Morisot, an Impressionist Painter

I had known the exhibition was coming, noted it when it opened and then was all but resigned to missing it, as I do so many shows. But no, My Dear One and I occupied that empty day between Christmas and New Year’s with a drive to the Barnes Foundation. Damned awful...