I grew up on the edge of the Eastern Intellectual Establishment in a small New Hampshire town among Polish immigrants, ne'er do wells and descendants of the guys who ran General Gage out of Boston in the 1770s. They taught me to recognize and appreciate a hole in the ground. I learned about literature and psychology and such at Columbia graduating in 1964.
Earlier this year, I was walking a pair of Jack Russell terriers, along the Inter-coastal waterway in West Palm Beach with my son Julian after watching a Clinton Obama debate. My son remarked “I bet we wont see that in the papers tomorrow.” He was referring to Obama’s statement that if al Qaeda made a […]