I could call up any large chain store in a city and talk to someone without being told to call corporate ownership on the other side of the country.
As the poet Theodore Roethke once wrote: “In a dark time the eye begins to see…”
“Learn a new language and get a new soul.”
I have said and done many things of which I am not proud. That is, I am no golden bird cheeping about human frailties from some high branch of superhuman understanding.
I have always considered it a strength, not a weakness, to consult with people with whom we vehemently disagree.
Of course there’s irony here in that LinkedIn is asking writers — who, after all, make their living by writing — to help “educate” a technology that would automate their jobs.
I can’t shake the conviction that a sense of perpetual aggrievement is one of the key components of the engine driving our national estrangement.
Like many of you, I have a wish list for the coming year.
I have always been fascinated by the titles we Americans have bestowed on our towns and cities over time.
“Carbon footprint” was the crowning achievement of an advertising campaign.
It is 12:35 p.m. on Wednesday, Aug. 3.
I have been writing this opinion column ever since my return from the extended time I took off to deal…
As I have written before in this column, I am a word person.