I grew up in the Stone Age of Research. It was before you could look up anything on your laptop whilst sittin’ in an uber-hip cafe, sippin’ your decaf macchiato with hints of sugar-free caramel and soy milk, researching was a lengthy, tedious and too-often fruitless process. Because your ...

They say the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and for all I know, that’s true. But in my case, they’re something else, namely a pain in the prat. Actually, my eyes are as fine as any 76 year-old’s can be. I have a cataract in both eyes, but they’re so tiny they don’t affect my ...

Sometimes I think I’m the most disorganized person on God’s Green Earth. Maybe that’s hyperbole, but then again, maybe it’s not. I’ve been to a bunch of foreign countries, but not all of them, so I can’t claim verifiable status as Number One. But I’d bet lira to latkes I’m in ...

It hits me every November, like clockwork. Sometimes it’s earlier in the month, sometimes it’s later. But it’s always there — like an uninvited guest. “It” is the JFK assassination and my being drawn back into that vortex of violence, gloom, confusion and conspiracy theories. It ...

Although I came of age in the Glory Days of Gearheads, I wasn’t one, myself. To those guys, a car represented freedom, power, and style. To me, it was internal-combustion-powered servitude. First, you had to buy it. You had only two choices: One was a Real Junker; the other was a Pseudo ...

I’m lucky that I was never cursed with ambition. OK, maybe “never” is too strong a word. I can recall a time early in seventh grade when I had a drive and ambition or two, but luckily by the time eighth grade rolled around, they were naught but vague and distant memories. After that, ...