Month: August 2020

It was 1965, and I was a freshman at Wesleyan. In those days, the freshmen (all men) were housed in the dormitories on Foss Hill. Twenty-two guys lived on my floor, two to a room. The racial and ethnic makeup Continue reading MIXER→

The hot new book on the anti-racism scene is Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents, by Isabel Wilkerson. Ms. Wilkerson is a Pulitzer-Prize-winning journalist and National Book-Award-winning writer. I haven’t read the book, but I’ve read the excerpt that was Continue reading CASTE, AND UNCOMFORTABLE CONVERSATIONS→

Part 1 The redeemable cans and bottles were piling up. When our son lived with us, it was his job to take them to Stop & Shop. We let him keep the refund. When he got his own place, we Continue reading THE CANS→

I took off on my customary three-mile walk on Saturday morning. I was in shorts, a tee shirt, walking shoes and my fabulous American flag sun-hat that I picked up in an antique store in Old Lyme. About a half Continue reading THUMBS UP→