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.
Time slips through our fingers so quickly that it perpetually amazes us. But why would we feel that way about our native element? Unless we’re made for eternity. … More Remembrance of things past.
What’s In A Name?
According to an Albuquerque newspaper, the organization’s founder, Wurman, intended the name, The Church of Beethoven, to be “ironic.”
… More The Rewind Button. Part III.
It’s the journey, not the destination. But, it’s about time that I gave my sister, Linda, her due. … More There I Go. Part II.
Are the Greeks just too hard headed to know when they’re licked? Can the same be said of Western Civilization? … More Quo Vadis Greece? Part II.
Some of the reasons why you should make the trip to Greece, one of the fonts of our glorious Western heritage. … More It’s All Greek To Me. Part I.
Will we allow political correctness to prevent us from even discussing, and perhaps solving, some of our most pressing problems? … More My Name In Bright Lights
It’s Globalist Or Nationalist My sister, to put it mildly, is well traveled. Throw a dart at the globe, and there’s a good chance that, on one trip or another, she’s been there. Or, at least, on that continent. While I’ve been out of the country a few times, I’m pretty much a home body. … More It’s Not Left Or Right
I’m grateful for one thing about our Amway experience: it didn’t kill us. … More Showin’ The Plan
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