I’ve been eating Spinach and doing yoga exercises in the hope of living long enough to see a self-driving car.  But yesterday, I  woke up to learn my aspirations are way behind the curve.  More likely, I’ll see flying cars before self-driving ones.  Believe it or not, the tech

This campaign season, the voter hasn’t heard much about government debt, probably because, not only is the subject boring, but it is also depressing.  According to an article in Bloomberg Businessweek, “The U. S. government is the world’s biggest debtor…”   (“Why the U.

While I’m standing at the lunch counter at the retirement center, a woman whom I’ve known for several years greeted me with surprise.  Had I grown and inch or two she wondered.  By her recollection, she’d always been taller than I.  She was right, of course.  But age had don

When I finish this blog, I’m headed to my bank with money from the sale of Ballet Noir at a weekend book fair. I won’t need an armed guard, but I sold enough to make me happy.  What makes me unhappy is my bank. The tellers have been eliminated and in their place are two computers

In 2014, I wrote about the Intentional Fallacy, a term of literary criticism. (6/5/14)   The theory states that to understand a work of art, nothing is relevant except the piece itself.  Knowledge of the artist’s childhood or what he or she ate for breakfast has no bearing on int

I made a comment on Face book the other day about closed primaries.  I don’t understand why people are so exorcised about them. The system isn’t new, having been practiced for decades.  Folks who want to participate in a primary register with the party of their choice and vote.

As I wrote in an earlier blog (6/20/16), Millennials are imposing changes on the American landscape.  One of those changes has to do with the way they eat.  The younger generation tends to snack throughout the day rather than sit down to 3 full meals. (“Why Hershey Is Losing Its S

Browsing through a recent edition of The Baffler, I came across an… I don’t know what. Was it an essay, a poem?  The piece consisted of 300 words strung together without a period and closed with, “Remember there is life and there is death…” (“Remember This,” by Robe

Recently, I read a woman’s blog in which she insisted  she would never, ever vote for Hillary Clinton.  Clinton, she insisted, was a liar and a bad, bad person.  I suggest anyone  interested in facts instead of drivel look here: (Click) Whatever the hard feelings, the time h