Journal of My Seventieth Year
The Slow Death of the Marketplace of Ideas
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Without an audience, free speech doesn’t count for much.
Please, Oh Please, Never Again
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On Visiting Auschwitz. Images and verse for Holocaust Day to commemorate the 80th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz
Then Scorpions Came
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A father-son moment on the Usumacinta River
What Happened to the Dream?
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The data was published four years ago, but the tragic story it tells is still true.
The Horrifying Day of Love
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January 6, 2021, was just the beginning
This Winter Sunday
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This winter Sunday we fold away our memories
Objective Reality
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I glimpsed it as I walked north and had taken a half dozen steps before I realized what I had seen. Curious, I retraced my steps but I couldn’t find it again. It had either disappeared or I had imagined it in the first place.