It’s the time of year for predictions and, better yet, reviews of predictions past. The fun, of course, is in the schadenfreude, enjoying the embarrassment of pompous pundits preferably not…
Note: My father, Gordon T. Kinder, died a year ago today. In his memory, I am publishing three pieces in this blog. The first is a lightly edited version of…
Some things about ‘working on the railroad/all the live long day’ haven’t changed much over the years. In the Spring of 1883, a Philadelphia baseball team entirely composed of one-armed men took…
A few weeks ago, I wrote on The Foreclosure Flood. I was responding to a National Review editorial that criticized the system of recording land transfers and mortgage interests. I…
In high school, we went to Evening Prayer six nights a week. The choir master had a knack for choosing hymns – we sang two or three each night –…
On Thursday evening at Porter Square Books in Cambridge, Susan Cheever talked about her new book, Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography. Cheever is a practised raconteur. With material like…