I sent this piece to the Albany Times Union a week ago in hopes they’d run it on their editorial page, but they haven’t published it. I suspect they won’t, because Trump’s never never land evolves with breakneck speed, and Regeneron is no longer front-page news. So here it is: I’m glad to see Regeneron… [Read More]
Trump Is Dangerous–Albany Times Union finally publishes my op ed
The Albany Times Union has finally published my op ed in today’s paper. The title is: Authoritarian, narcissist or both, Trump is dangerous A couple of weeks ago, the editorial page editor, Jay Jochnowitz, told me they’d publish it, but I wasn’t sure when. I wrote it in late August after his nomination at the… [Read More]
Remembering the World Trade Center and Window on the World
I wrote this poem many years ago, but it still holds true as I remember how the world changed forever on September 11, 2001, and how much I miss New York City. In Memoriam: Windows on the World I see myself alone, perched high above the city, sipping Chardonnay. Scribbling in my journal, creating affirmations,… [Read More]
Times Union to publish my blog next week!
On September 6, I published an essay here entitled “The Authoritarian Madness of Donald Trump.” I’ve since deleted it, because two days ago I heard from Jay Jochnowitz, the Editorial Page Editor at the Albany Times Union, that they’re going to run it sometime next week. I’d nearly given up on their publishing it, which… [Read More]
Madly for Adlai and Jack at the Democratic National Convention in 1956
Safely hunkered down at home during the Covid pandemic, watching the virtual Democratic Convention on CNN this past week, I’ve been thinking about the convention I attended in Chicago in 1956, when Jack Kennedy burst on the scene as a rising star. The Senator from Massachusetts was in a tightly contested race for Vice President…. [Read More]
It’s the end of the world as we know it–so we might as well party
Back in the early 1960’s, I never imagined I’d live to turn 30. The threat of nuclear annihilation loomed over the planet. In high school, I’d been subjected to those ridiculous drills when we crouched under our desks, as if that would somehow save us from Communist bombs raining down and incinerating us. In my… [Read More]