The 2026 Adventure, Part II: Where the Pictures Fly Through the Air
(Continued from Part I.) Lower Manhattan is much as I remember it from last year's visit. Unfortunately, check-in at my hotel is, too. As with last year, I'm at the…
The 2026 Adventure, Part I: Savannah, via Baltimore
With the school year over comes the gift of time, at last. Unfortunately, by the time the school year is over, you barely have the ability to rub two brain…
The sepia tones of nostalgia
My friend Mitchell Hadley, one of the best writers I know, published an interesting piece yesterday about looking back on your own past. In an instance of uncanny timing, he…
The final round
Today is the final round of the Masters tournament. As I do each year, I'll spend much of the afternoon watching. It's the only time of the year I watch…
Time capsule: December 26, 1982
At Christmas 1982 I got a very special present. The year before, Santa had brought my brother a Sears stereo that had a cassette recorder with microphone jacks. I'd driven…
Take a break, Driver 8
For those of us in the teaching business, so many things not related to teaching have to wait until the summer months. Even then, some things we do have some…
In the bleak mid-winter cold
It was a strange week. Sunday was deceptively calm. Old movies (including one with a hilarious supporting role played by my spiritual godmother Eve Arden), watching the football playoffs and…
Reality
The new week begins with an event we've been anticipating for a while. Since November, there has been an endless array of think pieces about what it all means, what…
The Video Archive, Vol. 1
Our family bought its first VCR in April 1985. To me, being able to watch movies on it was only half the fun. It was the ability to record stuff…
Time Capsule: Life, Nov. 24, 1958
Too many things on my mind are failing to cohere into a decent post (or series thereof), so why don't we dive back into the stacks, eh? Here's the November…