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The news media were not allowed in to the Capitol’s Statuary Hall for the inaugural luncheon, a traditional meal hosted by the members of Congress who organized the overall ceremonies. Bloggers didn’t make it past Secret Service agents wearing toques. Fortunately, there were flies on the wall, despite the January temperatures. They did not care […]
Book report: The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G.K Chesterton. Thanks, Wall Street Journal. Allan Barra in the Dec. 29, 2008, edition considered this book in its centennial year, with details about the author and his diverse fan base that continues even today. Got it from the library, but I’ll be hitting Dickson […]
I’m old enough and responsible enough that I no longer try to avoid funerals. I’m heading to one on Tuesday of one of my mentors, Connie. Now that I’ve attended a variety, eulogies have become fascinating. The best-intentioned speakers try to illuminate the mourners on less commonly known aspects of the deceased but alway end […]
Should I get back into more frequent or even regular Brick postings, it will be in part because of waking today to an image of the artistic caveman. It may have been the last scene of an otherwise forgotten dream, or just an isolated visual, conjured just before sitting up. The fellow chooses a charred […]
The shoe bomber, that is the shoe thrower, launched his attack 13 days ago, Dec. 14, and the story still has news legs. It should be ignored but the “attention must be paid” (A. Miller), then it might go away. The success of the attack by Iraqi journalist Muntadhar al-Zeidi (Associated Press spelling) should not […]
Copyright 2008, Ben S. Pollock Unexpect the Expected Living up to your potential means failure if you drop out early. There have been moments, or a little longer, maybe moments and a half, in the last two weeks where I ponder, “I almost died,” which moves to, “I almost got crazy bad hurt. Now what?” […]