Copyright 2011 Ben S. Pollock Though we who note the news have known about the Greek economic crisis for quite some time, it seems to have come to a head here in the first week of November. Maybe if Greece exported more of that sunny yogurt, the budget would teeter back a bit. But in […]
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This column first was published as the “President’s Message” in the November 2011 newsletter of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists. “How can there be any sin in sincere? “Where is the good in goodbye?” — “Sincere” by Meredith Willson in The Music Man It may be yet another way of stalling the labor of […]
Litmus Flavored Columns
This column first was published as the “President’s Message” in the October 2011 newsletter of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists. Your president is looking out for your welfare. Thank me later. Tracy Beckerman, chairman of the Social Media Committee, although an NSNC member for several years, still is trying to figure us out. Just […]
Making Book
Here it is September, and not only that but mid-September, and I have not posted my periodic list of books absorbed. This will be the second year I have attempted a complete list of books. Some I read, some I hear, as CD sets in the car while commuting. January 2011 Memento Mori, by Murial […]
Hill of Beans
And I feel like a beetle on its backAnd there’s no way for me to get upLove’ll get you like a case of anthraxAnd that’s something I don’t want to catch— Gang of Four, “(Love Like) Anthrax,” 1978 Copyright 2011 Ben S. Pollock JUST AFTER ELEVEN — Two hundred eighty-something million Americans had nothing on […]
The Room in the Elephant
This column first was published as the “President’s Message” in the September 2011 newsletter of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists. The board of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists has been cleaning up after the party in Detroit. While washing glasses and emptying the trash, we share the usual mix of gleeful recollection of […]