People ascribe magic to a calendar. And life is full of train metaphors. On the first day of kindergarten, in order to teach us the months and give her class a sense of identity and community, my teacher cut a locomotive and twelve train cars out of construction paper of several…
Some might say that my posts preach to the choir that already understands that Coronamania has been a massive scam. This criticism would be fair, but it…
On a late February, 1993 Sunday afternoon, I visited my Uncle Johnny in Rockville, Maryland. Johnny had liver cancer and had just finished a desperate…
I like clever pranks. I’ve had some pulled on me and had to take my hat off to the perpetrators. And I’ve played some on other people. All were intended…
Over the course of my life, I’ve read many books. I don’t say this boastfully; to the contrary, if you visited my house, randomly pulled down a book…
The Vietnam War inflicted great pain: 58,220 Americans—average age, 23— were killed, along with over one million Vietnamese soldiers and civilians…
Ending the Scamdemic—at least for now—was simple. The self-styled judo expert/ice hockey-playing (but not very good, take my word for it) badass, Putin…
Dear Readers: In May, 2020, I started writing stories about Coronamania. Until now, I hadn’t written about the beginning of the craziness; I was focused…
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Dispatches from a Scamdemic