Yesterday, April 29th, I witnessed people being great. Returning along Highway 50 from Jefferson City Missouri, I was passing through Osage County when I spotted a dumped motorcycle to my left. The bike—a newish gold something-or-other—lay on its side, trailing … Continue reading
It’s Tuesday. I spent a good deal of yesterday cleaning house, catching up on necessary but boring details, and talking to someone about photography. Check this out. Very nice work and Jennifer is very knowledgeable. I put a permanent link … Continue reading
No, nothing bad has happened. In fact, quite the opposite. I just wanted to say a few words about things that get in our way. Like worrying. Worrying about money, worrying about friends, worrying about health. This past week I … Continue reading
I started keeping lists of the books I’d read when I was fifteen. I don’t know how many people used to do this, it may be a habit peculiar to myself, but the list has come to comprise a catalogue … Continue reading
I don’t talk a great deal about my grandparents. I never knew my paternal grandfather—he was estranged from the grandmother before my dad even met my mother—but the rest I knew. Grandma Tiedemann was a tiny woman who was a … Continue reading
I met my first real live, honest-to-goodness science fiction writer when I was twelve. It was a sobering experience. Several illusions dissipated in a cloud of reality and it has contoured my thinking about writers in general ever since—unjustly, since … Continue reading
When I became infected by literary influenza (a longterm, chronic condition treatable by a steady diet of words) I had four sources of books. The library, of course, both the one at school and the public one; the books my … Continue reading
William Donahue is the head of the Catholic League in America. Basically, he’s an apologist for all things Roman Catholic, and he comes across like an old line political boss from Chicago or the Lower East Side. Loud, aggressive, with … Continue reading