Monthly Archives: June 2006

Over Before You Know It

BOSTON — In any year you have extra­or­di­nary times, where many are sur­prises. That’s to be expected. A few instances are sched­uled, and their worth increases with plan­ning. I’ve attended every annual sum­mer con­fer­ence of the National Soci­ety of News­pa­per Colum­nists since 1999 except 2004’s in New Orleans. I love the cama­raderie most of all,

Coursing into Boston

BOSTON — My first long­hand note this morn­ing: Just because I’m an early riser doesn’t mean I’m a morn­ing per­son.” Get­ting into down­town Boston and only five min­utes late for my 2 p.m. meet­ing of the colum­nists board was not quite as hard as we were warned by sev­eral sources that it would be. But

Bunk, Kennebunk, Kennebunkport

PORTLAND, Maine — The Weather Chan­nel, online, had warned us last week rain was likely every day, both our time in Maine and then in Boston. It driz­zled on our drive last Sun­day to Ogun­quit from the Man­ches­ter, N.H., air­port. But Mon­day and Tues­day stayed merely over­cast; Wednes­day seemed the best day for Ken­neb­unkport and

Smell That Water

WELLS, Maine — With our quasi-oceanfront 1930s motel, My Beloved Wife and I felt a lit­tle sheep­ish that only on our sec­ond full day we waded across the Ogun­quit River (doable at low tide) then clam­bered over a tall dune to find the beach. The tourist sea­son we were told begins on the Fourth of July.

John Updike, Really

PORTSMOUTH, N.H. — After arriv­ing at the Dunes of Ogun­quit motor court after mid­night and in a driz­zle, My Beloved Wife and I gave our­selves per­mis­sion to take it easy today, not push. We have through Thurs­day morn­ing in Maine and we don’t want to waste a minute, but we don’t want exhaus­tion, either. The

You Can Get There

THE AIRPORT — We got to North­west Arkansas Regional Air­port before 7 a.m., because My Beloved Wife and I are expe­ri­enced post-9/11 trav­el­ers. North­west Air­lines, how­ever, no longer behaves like an expe­ri­enced car­rier. Elab­o­rat­ing will just make me mad all over again. But we arrived at the air­port in New Hamp­shire after 11, got the

Production Number

Brick heartily endorses rent­ing the DVD ver­sion of The Pro­duc­ers — the Lane-Broderick ver­sion. (Of course we vouch for the orig­i­nal. How else would you know that Matthew Brod­er­ick delib­er­ately imi­tates Gene Wilder’s voice, inflec­tions and tim­ing when the dia­logue is exactly as it was in the orig­i­nal — and that Nathan Lane does not

Hard of Hearing All Sides

An acquain­tance the other day had a com­plaint about local jour­nal­ism. He noted that my newspaper’s com­pe­ti­tion cov­ered a speech he saw at the local Polit­i­cal Ani­mals Club (in Fayet­teville it is open to the press). He dis­agreed with the speaker, a mil­i­tary offi­cial who defended U.S. Iraqi strate­gies, and won­dered why the reporter did

Filing Happy Returns

The Fayet­teville Pub­lic Library has hit another mile­stone: The shelv­ing for DVD Recent Returns now is over­whelm­ingly packed while the DVD stacks have about one disc every other row. Nor­mally, the reg­u­lar rows show off so much of the hand­some, stained wood­grain, and the to-be-shelved are just a lit­tle busy. Aggra­vat­ing. Is it on pur­pose? Is

Pro Forma Pro

Pro­fes­sion­als — as opposed to, what, ama­teurs — and pro­fes­sions, as opposed to, what, trades, already were on my mind when a Fayet­teville High School Eng­lish teacher decided to set the record straight in a care­fully writ­ten op-ed piece that just appeared in the North­west Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Mil­ton Burke, the teacher, began by explain­ing the