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 …
Reading Twitter while waiting for Lisa Murkowski to say on CNN how she’ll vote on Trump impeachment trial witnesses. See familiar 60’s poster from San Francisco and New York Times obituary for its creator, Wes Wilson. See latest New York Times scoop on drama queen John Bolton’s book, another bombshell hours before crucial Senate vote. …
Time might cloud understanding of news reports from over 140 years ago, but items from the pages of the 19th Century Las Vegas (New Mexico) Gazette still catch my eye. Hiding today from the 21st Century heat, I resumed my occasional research on croquet in territorial New Mexico. This was related to my ongoing interest …
Along with Martin Luther King Jr. and many others, I always think of my father on this day. More of these stories here: https://dreamranch.wordpress.com/2015/03/07/a-singing-heard-in-selmas-mud/
I have been so creeped out by reptilian politicians, red Christmas trees and other stuff that I haven’t been able to write. All this despite deeply encouraging changes in the U.S. House. So, for now, I offer an iPhone picture I called “Where the Jemez meets the Rio Grande.” Shallow politicians are easy targets for …
Jeff Sessions pushed me over the edge. I had been watching U.S. immigration developments with my eyes toward elections, legislation and court decisions for the righting of wrongs. I got more worried when Sessions and the Trump administration said they would separate children from their parents at the border to help enforce U.S. policy. Then …
Daily newspapers are the Quasimodos of public discourse — imperfect outcasts in smudged clothes, big-hearted bell ringers heaved in the dust, whipped in the town plaza but missed when not heard. Maybe they should survive just because they are so goofy. They search the horizon for new business models while really knowing no other way …
People I used to work with will get a kick out of this: I dreamed I lost my voice in the newsroom. Mid-sentence. Looking down a row of desks at younger reporters and editors before my retirement, questioning without being asked a crowd-count methodology at a political event. Despite some darting of the eyes, they …
The day began normally enough, with my blue heeler Cowboy hauling a chunk of firewood through the aluminum dog door for reasons only he would know, clattering as he came. A woodpecker or jay, hungry or angry or both, attacked the roof above my bed and ensured my awakening. My awareness cranked up when nine …
Did I really wake to a world where the president of the United States fumed again on Twitter at a couple of TV hosts? Bitterness spewed internet-wide over coverage of himself on a show I’ve never watched? Will the Trumps go on a Fourth of July picnic and eat hot dogs and potato salad? With …
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