One cloudy and rainy morning, just after the freakin’ time change (because nothing says “tyranny” like the government taking an hour of sleep away from us), I awoke from a dream so vivid that I believed I was a time traveler. In the dream, I was running down the street, trying to warn my ...
Every summer for more than I can recall, I've read, or reread, two books, both by F. Scott Fitzgerald. One is the novel he was working on at the time of his death in 1940, at the age of 44 - “The Last Tycoon,” or more properly, “The Love of the Last Tycoon, A Western.”
The other is ...
Drivers of a certain age might recall the days before cellphones encroached on our lives.
It was an era free from constant communication with spouses, friends, co-workers and bosses. No text messages, no emails, no phone calls. No calendar alerts pinging reminders of forgotten ...