I am watching birds and sifting through email. It’s morning and almost the end of 2023. Most of the emails I receive are from journalism outfits, conservation groups and the AARP, almost all seeking money. The birds are more fun. I’m sure the non-profit journalism folks know this but my legacy or mainstream media providers …
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Too windy for birds this morning. And for me, when it comes to the latest debates in journalism, too windy to haul rocks. Maybe I finally have a grasp of that cryptic phrase often heard from a late photojournalist friend, Richard Pipes, a real pro who hailed from the gusty plains of West Texas. I’m …
“I am ashamed — ashamed for myself and for the church — that we have not been here sooner.” That was Monsignor David Cantwell of the Catholic Interracial Council of Chicago speaking to my father at the end of the five-day civil rights march from Selma to Montgomery in March 1965, led by the Rev. …
I know their conduct was outside the lines. You know, cutting fences and tearing up speeches. But these are heroic images lodged in my mind at the end of the week. Rest in peace, Kirk Douglas, whose directors I forgive for dyeing Whiskey’s coat and mane. And long live Nancy Pelosi, who did what many …
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