As we both trundled near what was likely our last decade, I asked him to make a round breakfast table for me. He could no longer grip the woodworking tools . . .
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
“O Canada”
A scant 24 hours ago, we had been in a foreign country, although it is difficult to call Nova Scotia a “foreign country.”
Marooned in Chicago
The University of Chicago has given us Amos Alonzo Stagg, the atomic bomb and Milton Friedman,
Puttin’ On the Dog
For years I viewed pit bulls as a danger to civil society, associating them with angry white men who watch Ultimate Fighting on TV and crush Budweiser beer cans on their foreheads.
Coming to America
Immigrants have come to America like ocean waves rolling one after the other into shore.
