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Looking Back

Posted at 11:35 pm

I don’t really have a rooting interest in this Sunday’s Super Bowl – which should come as good news to both the 49ers and the Ravens. The teams I root for tend to not do really well, much to my own chagrin. They are not spectacularly bad – we’re not talking about multi-season losing streaks […]

Posted at 6:17 am

In Washington, D.C., a city consistently crammed with controversy, gossip, rumor and innuendo, the hubbub du jour is: Did she or didn’t she? I’m referring, of course, to rampant speculation about a singer so good and so celebrated that she can go by a single name — Beyoncé — and whether or not she lip-synched […]

Posted at 12:49 pm

Albert had a different color of skin than mine. At least, that’s what our grade school class photos say. To tell the truth, I never thought much about it when we were kids. What I thought about was playing one-on-one tackle football with him. Albert was always Bart Starr and the Green Bay Packers, and […]


I have a confession to make: In 57 years of life on this sick and diseased planet, I have never had a flu shot. Not once. There are a number of perfectly reasonable explanations for this. For example, I was just sitting in a meeting during which my boss indicated that if we feel like […]

Posted at 10:19 pm

There was something funny about my shoes. No, not the smell. And not the clown-like length. They were just … different somehow. Unmarked and unscuffed. Shinier, and yet darker. A deeper, richer, blacker black than they had been since they were brand new. But how could that be? My first thought was, of course, magic. […]