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Sportin’ Life, Eh, Old Sport?

I knew a Jay Gatsby. We were in grade school in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and stayed close through high school. It prob­a­bly wasn’t until junior high when I saw this trait of his — sim­ply put it’s a per­son sure he can buy friends with money. But that is so sim­ple it sounds socio­pathic, when

Bread Gone to Pot

If New York Times food colum­nist Mark Bittman ran his “Min­i­mal­ist” piece “The Secret of Great Bread: Let Time Do the Work” in Novem­ber 2006, then this has been my go-to method week-in week-out for 6 1/2 years. I began bak­ing bread in about 1989 so I’ve tried lots of recipes. Bittman “dis­cov­ered” Jim Lahey of

Running Down Pressure Cookers

I’ve used pres­sure cook­ers for 25 years. My cur­rent beauty is this “Fagor Splen­did” 4-quart model. We eat delec­tables from it two or three times a week. My pres­sure cooker is unli­censed, and it’s gonna stay that way. The gum­mit bet­ter keep its cotton-pickin’ hands off it and out of my kitchen. How did I get

Steve and Steve, Paul and John

Steve Woz­niak of all peo­ple showed up in Fayet­teville, Ark., for a cam­pus speech Sun­day night. He spoke engag­ingly for a senior sta­tus wonk-nerd-geek — he is 62. Is there humil­ity in a guy like that? Yes, after a fash­ion. “Woz” is cer­tainly an elec­tron­ics genius fol­low­ing a child­hood as a cer­ti­fied math prodigy (lit­er­ally, he

Regarding Roger Ebert

Now let’s regard Roger Ebert this after­noon. What his pass­ing yes­ter­day, Thurs­day the 4th of April 2013, can mean. Like any death that strikes your radar, knock­ing it off the table, you feel a need to inven­tory your­self. Most of what I could say I chis­eled nearly two years ago, when I pre­sented him, by

Bowled Over

Feb­ru­ary flies by, and not just because it’s a cou­ple of days shorter than other months. Here in Arkansas the weather at the end of the month is worse than the begin­ning, marked by the Super Bowl on Sun­day the 3rd. Like the other 49 states, prit’ near all of us watch the game, or

Chasing a Tale

Book report: A Dog’s Jour­ney: Another Novel for Humans by W. Bruce Cameron, 2012 Bruce Cameron’s nov­els make me scream. I read nov­els, not as many as I would like, maybe one and a half a month. Lit­er­ary nov­els — the pop­u­lar ones far more than ones from small pub­lish­ers, I’m afraid — and the

Euphonium Rocks!

Unem­ploy­ment dur­ing the Good Depres­sion is no time to be extrav­a­gant. I tend to be stingy dur­ing good times as well, but blow­ing a fair amount of money for top seats for The Who on Valentine’s night in Tulsa was crazy-right. The stop was on their Quadrophe­nia 2012–13 tour, play­ing through that dou­ble album then

As Good As It Goetz

The con­ver­sa­tion began with me telling the handy­man, who remem­bered I was some sort of writer, that I was going to report on Fri­day afternoon’s state leg­is­la­tors’ forum. Both social media and some news media noted that a likely topic would be the pro­pos­als to expand where con­cealed hand­guns could be car­ried, specif­i­cally col­leges and

Skillet Squash

I love roasted veg­eta­bles, but to me they’re a nui­sance. Fill two cookie sheets with chunks of veg­gies, after toss­ing with oil and herbs in a big bowl, bake nearly an hour, return­ing to toss a few times, and you get at most three serv­ings. So find­ing com­pa­ra­ble fla­vor in Mark Bittman’s “Pan­fried Pump­kin” inspired