For what it’s worth
The war in Gaza presents critical thinkers with keen and complex dilemmas, many brought to the fore by fierce anti-Israel [...]
33. Beach Dreams: The Sway of the Toe
Beach life came with pleasures and admonishments, the latter (including the widespread failure to venerate my castle projects) I simply [...]
34. Beach Dreams: Jane Be Good
In June of 1959 my favorite beach car was made by a company called Nash. I came upon my favorite [...]
35. Beach Dreams: Axis
The place where the boardwalk ended, a carpet of stitched-together matchsticks surrendering to endless, disinterred sand, seemed to me like [...]
36. Beach Dreams: The Last Summer
My family’s annual June sojourns at the Wilmington Avenue cottage in the resort by the sea covered four years, from [...]
No solace in yesteryears
Nostalgia is a congenital liar. It makes gilded that which was not. I take as examples my seventy-something Italian friends [...]
Bulletproof
In his near-desperate quest to regain the American presidency Donald Trump differs from many of his predecessors. He not only [...]
Lunatic campaign
Half a trip to the American lunatic fringe came with Donald Trump’s unlikely flirtation with the idea of running for [...]
A Rome memoir
In August 1968 my father ferried me from Washington to New York and deposited me on a nonstop Pan Am [...]
Coda: Etched in Sand
In the summer of 1969, I do not remember precisely when, I returned to the resort by the sea with [...]