I didn’t realize how much I looked forward to Tuesday evenings. As usual I walked into the Chatterbox Cafe in Long Grove and looked for a seat. The place always gets crowed on taco Tuesdays, cheap taco night. When the small tables are taken along two sides of the room, I find a place…
LET’S REMAKE AMERICA GREAT by Richard Blanco Yes: Let’s reshoot America as a fantasy, a 90’s TV show in clearblack and white, sponsored by Kent cigarettes, Wonder Bread,and good old-fashioned war, again. Let’s re-create the backlotsuburb with rows of five bedroom homes for every Wilsonand Johnson, walled by perfectly trimmed hedges, weedlesslawns, and at…
Philosophy is simultaneously maddening and satisfying, a linguistic deep dive into the foundations of our ways of life, an attempt to explore why we process “reality” the way we do. There are great and important differences between us. Where do those distinctive features, those dimensions of the self that I have come to be,…
Again picked up the essay on political theory by Wendy Brown entitled, American Nightmare: Neoliberalism, Neoconservatism, and De-Democratization. Brown composed the essay in 2006. It is a dense read. I work to understand the collaboration, the alliance between Neoconservative minded people, who represent the family of my birth, and those Americans of a Neoliberal…
Yesterday was really cold, bone chilling cold. Desiring to move about, we decided to visit the Japanese Tea Garden on the Fabyan estate, a short drive by car from our home. After all the sun was out, the trees, stone lantern, and moon bridge would be spectacular with a cover of snow. Yes, the…
Sunday morning, a bitter cold morning with 7 degrees registering outside. I greeted another patron with “a good morning” who happened to be seated at an adjacent table. She mentioned that she was departing to walk to St Charles, which is some distance from this Starbucks here in Geneva. I was reminded that human…
Angel Of Harlem by U2 It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love…this love won’t let me…
I am always surprised at how quickly things can snap out of control. I remember that summer afternoon. The image remains; seated in the warm sun, basking in the hospitality of the backyard of two friends. Jim was a traveling salesperson. He traveled from North Carolina to the Midwest, peddling sets of wooden-handled screw…
I received a link to a New Yorker article from a friend. The link lead to a seventeen page detailed exploration of the career and the present work of Attorney General William Barr. The piece was entitled, Trump’s Sword and Shield by David Rohde. Simultaneously drawn and repelled by the prospect of reading the…
The radio awakened me at 6AM, my usual rising time. Aware that if I lay there just a few more seconds I’d get additional rest before waking to the music again. Or I could go ahead and get up, and gain the 20 minutes of reading and writing time here at Starbucks. Either way,…
