Columns

From the New York Times, Time magazine, and the complete Chicago Tribune syndicated columns

Fortress of Solitude

One short weekend, so much to do — an invitation to go swimming at night by moonlight, the Iran protest march downtown with our mouths taped shut, a dance at the Eagles Club with a hot horn band playing ’70s funk that propels people onto the dance floor as if shot from guns — but […]

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Road-Tripping on Father’s Day

Don’t bother calling to wish me a Happy Father’s Day because I won’t be here, kids, I’ve got the day off. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by. But I’m in Minnesota. […]

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The Angel’s Cocktail

This world belongs to the young and the daring, the avid, the adventurous, and that’s why one follows the saga of corporate bailouts with a certain trepidation. We’re mortgaging the future and we are rescuing the stubborn and stupid. The cost of a good college education for the young and daring is stupefying, meanwhile the […]

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An Uplifting Performance

The driest May in Minnesota since the Dust Bowl. Venerable GM slides into bankruptcy and you shudder for the old Pontiac dealers and the retirees in Michigan. In the middle of the night, an Airbus drops out of the air into the Atlantic Ocean and the veteran traveler shudders to think of it. And the […]

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A Tale of Two Cities

Memorial Day in Washington, and geese swimming in the great reflecting pool that reflects the Washington Monument or the Lincoln Memorial, depending on where you are standing, and busloads of tourists pulled up to the curbs. Heroic architecture everywhere, bas-relief sculptures of heroes, men on pedestals, monuments to Fidelity and Sacrifice and Devotion, and a […]

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Stop the (Trouser) Presses!

I come to London for the signage (“Danger: Men working overhead”), and to pick up a tube of Euthymol toothpaste and devour a cup of Mr. Whippy lemon ice and a package of chocolate HobNobs, and to enjoy the roomy taxicabs and the cabbies’ no-hesitation style of driving, their bold U-turns, and to observe the […]

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We Are What We Are

Only one out of five Americans is willing to describe himself or herself as a Republican these days, and frankly I am tempted to become one of them. For the variety, and because they need me and because when I heard former Vice President Cheney talk about the meaning of Republicanism the other day — […]

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Drama for Mama

I was going to visit my mother on Sunday and bring her a jonquil and a ballpoint pen for Mother’s Day, but that’s all off thanks to my brother, who is awaiting trial for mail fraud. His lawyers have asked me not to discuss his case, and so I won’t, except to say that he’s […]

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Retribution vs. Restoration

I sat next to Ted Stevens at a Washington dinner years ago and found him unpleasant in a raspy, cartoonish way, but I was happy to see his conviction thrown out. A muddy case, a friend doing work on the senator’s house perhaps in exchange for favors in Washington, and I say, have mercy. Let […]

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Strange New World

I am a poor wayfaring stranger traveling through this world of woe, but it’s OK, I am well paid for the woe and I enjoy watching my fellow wayfarers, the road guys, the men who fly from town to town, talking on their cell phones, hustling software and industrial carpeting, advising companies on branding issues, […]

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