My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Old News
There they are, blowing up the world's resources. They are doing it in Lebanon, and have been for years, just as they have in Ireland, Iran, different parts of Africa and almost all of Central America at one time or another. They are also doing it in the Philippines, and in any number of cities in this country. It has been going on so long in so many places you might wonder why we still call it news.
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