A facetious definition of a camel is “a horse put together by a committee.” It’s also something I find offensive, because camels — unlike committees — perform a useful function. I’ll admit my experience with committees lacks breadth, but it more than makes up for it with depth: ...

Last Tuesday dawned bright and early ... more or less. How, you might ask, can it be more or less bright and early? Simple: I woke up early, at the ghastly hour of 0630. But as for bright? It was a morning like all the others in November — scattered patches of scuzzy snow on the ground ...

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 ...