Because there’s so much fresh in print and pixels, I don’t reread books. MASH (1968) is now one of the exceptions to my rule. I laughed out loud when I…
In Nice Guys Finish Last (1975), Leo Durocher wrote: ‘There will never be a ballplayer as good as Willie Mays, but Reiser was every bit as good, and he might…
It’s not often an article so lodges in my head that I must reread it three days later. Such is ‘Rotten Ice: Traveling by dogsled in the melting Arctic’ by…
The Pawtucket Red Sox, the beloved AAA PawSox, around decade’s end will be reborn as the Providence Red Sox or, worse, the Rhode Island Red Sox. The ProSox (support hose,…
I’ve been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan. No, not his music though cuts come up on my playlists. But his Theme Time Radio Hour which I catch on…
I started out, this morning, to write a short rave for ‘Red Hot Patriot: The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins’, starring the wonderful Karen MacDonald, which runs at the Lyric…
In the very last days of 1951, a cargo ship encountered a winter storm southwest of Ireland. Over the course of ten days, the Atlantic twisted and broke the Flying…
Marcia Angell is a doctor, a crusader for reform in medicine, a fine writer and a first-rank muckraker. I’ve admired her work for years. Going through a…
Driving US Route 7 down the central Valley of Vermont, past the steeply rising road to Ripton, I think of Robert Frost when I see the tired monuments…