Life During Wartime: A Report from the Interrupted Boston Marathon
The explosions sounded ominous. From mile marker 25.5, it could have been a confetti cannon going off at the finish line. Except that the leaders finished hours ago and there…
Blog Under Construction
Close watchers of the blog may have noticed some changes in this site this week. Ads, once deflated on the site, have popped up again. Things look a little different.…
Tears for Newtown
Do tragedies have to become more horrific for them to register at all? Already this week there had been one mass shooting in a mall, now the kind of thing…
In the Belly of the Beast
I passed Bret Baier in the makeup room at the Fox News studio in Washington. He looked all pasty. Didn’t have a chance to ask him about that whole Election…
Report from Hurricane Sandy’s Path
It was the second hurricane aiming toward D.C. in just over a year since we lived here, so we sort of knew the drill. Though there wasn’t an effort toward…
Remembering George McGovern
George McGovern, who died Sunday at 90, was a decent guy, an anti-war candidate with a crackling, plain-spoken voice – the perfect guy for a recent high school graduate to…
The Grind of Homecoming
Got this email note for parents from school regarding this weekend’s homecoming dance. One might think the homework requirements are a grind for high schoolers, but not as much, apparently,…
Another Way Newspapers Are Failing Us
The decline of American newspapers is a sad thing to watch, especially for those of us who were trained to go into an industry we had the impression would be…
Second Letter from London
The old and new are crashing in on eachother in London these days. It’s the 200th anniversary of Charles Dickens’ birth and all the squalid, dank details of the Victorian…
First Report from London
The giant illuminated billboard at Heathrow declares: “We’re ready.” But the mobbed scene in Terminal 5 says otherwise. The train between terminals pulls out empty, causing the next to be…