“Why is it so hard to imagine ourselves alone and obliged to make up meaning as we go along?

Sunsets, Ingrid Bergman, and Bach cantatas are no less beautiful if they are not God’s fault.

And if our career in conscious time is brief, then it ought to be more precious, and our stewardship more steadfast, and our mercies more numerous, and our grace more abounding, before the big sleep.”                                     

                                                                   —John Leonard

Can we please have a tie?

November 21st, 2006

So long, Rummy: A final tribute

November 11th, 2006

Ouch! The thumpin is a bumpin!

November 10th, 2006

My Representative to Congress

November 7th, 2006