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On the morning of January 17, 1989, a loser named Patrick Purdy attacked Cleveland Elementary School in Stockton, California. He fired more than 100 rounds from a Chinese assault rifle, killing five children and wounding more than 30. Purdy then… Read the rest[...read more]
I have a good friend, an economist by training, and the former head of a hedge fund, who is always giving me grief about my liberal economic views. I like this guy. We usually get together a couple of times… Read the rest[...read more]
We shuffled and limped into the theater in downtown Gettysburg, men and women of a certain age. Some waggishly wore hippy gear; head-bands, tie-dyed shirts and skirts, and so on. Frankly, the gear looked better on us all a few… Read the rest[...read more]
The other day, as I cruised around on Facebook, I did something I don’t believe I’ve ever done before.
I made fun of an individual for his grammatical and spelling errors in an anti-Obama comment he had made to a… Read the rest[...read more]
Rock the Capital ran this column back on November 15, 2011. I wrote it, after 50 years of silence. And then I put a pen-name on it. I have been unhappy with myself about that. My decision to tell the… Read the rest[...read more]
Check out this photo. I found it late one night while poking around on the web. I wasn’t paying really close attention to the text at the time, but the author said something like “If something isn’t done about the… Read the rest[...read more]
By any reasonable standard, the shirt is a disgrace.
Over the period of the three or more decades I’ve owned it, various women with whom I have shared my life have insisted that it should be thrown away, or consigned… Read the rest[...read more]
When I bought this place nearly 20 years ago, I found it a very strange thing, this idea that I could own a small rectangle of the planet along a small creek near the Mason-Dixon Line.
All these years later… Read the rest[...read more]
I had an adventure a few years back that reminds me how much fun it is to live in a small town.
I was sitting on the tailgate of my pickup truck at a local building supply store, watching a… Read the rest[...read more]
Three days before the year’s end, and the weather had turned suddenly colder.
Scattered fat snowflakes darted through the scrub oaks clinging to the steep banks of the Shenango River in western Pennsylvania, a 100-mile long tributary of the Beaver… Read the rest[...read more]