Last Fall, several high school friends decided we needed to have a little mini reunion. We picked a weekend in March. Happily, it coincided with my birthday. What better way to spend a birthday than surrounded by good friends.
Archive for March, 2011
Every Day She Takes A Morning Bath To Wet Her Hair,
Wraps A Towel ’round Her
As She’s Heading For The Bedroom Chair,
It’s Just Another Day.
— Paul McCartney, Just Another Day
When I awoke on March 29, 2011, I knew this would not be just another day. Big events were on the calendar. I tried to prepare for these. However, unplanned happenings played a big part in this day.
In a sincere effort to avoid providing you with a repetitive and cumulative account of how difficult mornings with Island Boy can be, let’s just say that our Caribbean Prince took me back to the bad, old days when he would try to convince me who was really in charge. When we arrived at preschool, I unceremoniously handed IB off to his very sweet teacher with words to the effect of, “Well, he’s yours now. Good luck.” Continue reading
I spent the spring semester of my junior year of college studying in Paris. Certainly, this was an important and formative experience for me personally. However, it was also a remarkably interesting period of time in terms of world events.
For the second time in my life, we are involved in military operations in Libya.
1986, I was a student in Paris. My intense studies in wine, women and song (okay, maybe not so much singing) were briefly interrupted by the bombing of Tripoli. I received an urgent phone call in the middle of the night. My frantic parents were begging me to come home. “No way,” was my reply.
It had little to nothing to do with bravery. I was having too good of a time to return home.
American motives were clear: Ronald Reagan was sending Moammar Gadhafi a 2,000-pound Hallmark greeting card. It was both payback and a warning. Continue reading
I finally saw this film which garnered so much attention last year. While all cinematic experiences involve manipulation of the viewer, I was disappointed at the extent to which this highly touted “documentary” dragged the spectator along.
“Superman” jumped from topic to topic while lightly brushing on nearly 40 complex education issues over the course of 1 1/2 hours. Big topics may have received as much as four minutes from the filmmaker. However, some important issues were touched upon in as little as 30 seconds.
You want an example? The contentious issue of “merit pay” for teachers. This magic bullet proposed by former Washington D.C. schools’ chancellor, Michelle Rhee, seeks to reward teachers for high performance with increased pay. Eventually, it would come to replace the dysfunctional merit system currently plaguing American school districts. Continue reading
You gotta’ look sharp.
Who cares what you’re wearing from Main Street to Saville Row? It’s what you wear from ear to ear, and not from head to toe, that matters.
Every time I attempt to wear a lapel pin, I am reminded how ridiculous men’s formal wear is. The problem is seat belts. When you exit the vehicle, the shoulder belt snags on the pin. The pin goes flying, and (if you’re lucky) the lapel is not torn. Continue reading
Selections of finely written passages by great authors.
The truth was simpler. Women knew it in their hearts. Since he was too tactful to say it to her, he was obligated to set it out impartially for himself. Repetition was helpful. Older men were better companions, they were seasoned lovers, they knew the world, they knew themselves. Unlike younger men, they held their emotions in balance. They had read more, seen more, they were warmer, kinder, less boastful, more tolerant, less violent. They were more interesting, they could choose the wine. The had more money. Continue reading