I. The Communion Of Saints.

I’m on the road.  Again.  Marleen and I flew to visit our son in Omaha.  But, because she’s not a fan of long road trips-and I still am-I rented a car and took a circuitous, sentimental  journey back to Denver.

On the way, I listened to hours of recorded books: one of the pleasures of road trips for me.  One was The Conservative Mind by Russell Kirk.  The other was The Heart of the Matter, a novel by Englishman Graham Greene, considered by many to be one of the best writers of the 20th century.  More later.

My first destination was the far south east corner of North Dakota.  It’s where my mom grew up during the Great Depression in a small farm house with her parents and six siblings. … More I. The Communion Of Saints.

I Know How This Movie Ends

It is plain that Harvey Weinstein, despite all his money, power and Botox, doesn’t conceal a similar magical portrait in his attic.  Now exposed for what he truly is, his face betrays all the ravages of a life poorly lived.

But Weinstein is almost besides the point.  He is only one of the numerous, aggressively malignant tumors that have metastasized into a body politic besotted with Hollywood culture.

I wonder what the picture in our national attic looks like?  Sure, we may look good (sort of) on the outside.  But how many of us would be appalled if we came face to face with that portrait of ourselves? … More I Know How This Movie Ends