“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
Soren, white bearded Scot, says the word in Danish, his second tongue: bombefly … bomber. He is telling me stories because I asked. Born in 1940, he remembers crouching with his father behind a stone wall listening to the buzz-drone of a V-1 over London, to the engine cutting out. He remembers waiting for the explosion. He remembers standing at an RAF airfield and being immersed in the clamorous […]
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On November 6, please, VOTE Democratic . We are in exile in our own country, one where Trump and the Republican Party employ hatred of the most vile sort to acquire and hold onto power. VOTE. In Texas they moved children by night, in secret, to tent cities where they will reside under who knows what kinds of conditions. Look at the internment of babies in American Gulags and tell me that […]
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Provincetown in mid-October feels like a piece of a favorite arrondissement in Paris if Paris were cradled by the sea. It possesses the same combination of narrow, winding streets, the surprises of small shops packed closely together, more coffeehouses than I could count, 19th century homes abounding in flowers, erotic emporiums, book stores, a theater, many galleries, a wonderful library , the Pilgrim Monument above it all like an attenuated Eiffel Tower, older […]
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I am the son of a Pennsylvania State Policeman. I know his stories. For the last year and ½ I have been volunteering with the State Police at their Museum in Hershey. A retired Corporal and I are recording the oral histories of other retired PSP officers whose ranks ran the gamut from Trooper to Major. We are collecting their stories by filming them and hope to make […]
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