Pochapy

Tucked up in the northwest corner of Ukraine, near the borders with Poland and Belarus, lies the village of Pochapy.   If you go to Google Earth, you can see it for yourself, and there is even a Google street view, if you care to look.  I cared, because that is where the Pochapsky family name …

The new Whigs

I have shamelessly stolen this title from Hunter S. Thompson, one of my favorite political writers.  He used it to describe the Democratic Party in the days of Ronald Reagan, for their habit of putting up liberal darlings as national candidates who would then get beaten like gongs (another HST-ism).   The Whigs, you may recall …

Modern Vampires

When I was in my twenties, I dated a girl (whom for the sake of everybody’s privacy I will call Gilly, in case she is still alive somewhere) from a strange family.  They were a timid bunch, and I found out why when I met Gilly’s mother.  She was a large woman, with a presence …

Dance on a volcano

sol·ip·sism  noun: the view or theory that the self is all that can be known to exist. Origin: Latin solus (alone) ipse (self) Friends who are gone My 50th high school reunion is coming up next year (class of ’72, Padua Franciscan High School, Here we go Bruins, here we go!).  I do not contemplate …

A baseball memory

I was walking our dog Bandit the other day past Florence Field, a run-down Little League diamond near Dallin School in Arlington. As ratty as Florence is, it will always be a special place for me, as many of my son Ted’s Little League games were played there. For a few minutes, Bandit and I …

A thank-you note

When I was growing up, Easter was always a big deal.   The religious aspect was important:  From Palm Sunday throughout Holy Week, we heard the reading of the Passion by all four evangelists while surrounded by purple-shrouded statues of the saints (all statues and crucifixes were hidden by church law from Passion Sunday until Holy …

White supremacy and science

“White supremacy is not a shark; it is the water”.   I saw this quote on a sweatshirt for sale in Provincetown this past summer.  It summed things up so elegantly that I tracked the source, and traced it to the website of a Minneapolis poet and activist, Kyle “Guante” Tran Myhre.  If you are interested, …