Until my mom passed away in 2006, I never forgot Mother’s Day. I never got the chance to.
Even when it was still at least three weeks away, she’d remind me it was, successively, (a) on the horizon; (b) looming; (c) coming into view; and (d) tomorrow.
Read MoreStarting with the election of Donald Trump as president in 2016—and the simultaneous dissolution of the alleged world order of American politics—I’ve come to realize that despite my decades in journalism, with side trips into marketing and public affairs—I know absolutely nothing.
Read MoreI have a very distinct memory of Amtrak’s dining car, which the company says it plans to abolish—the dining car, not my memory. (“No, no, they caaaan’t take that away from me…” Oh, for God’s sake, younger readers. Download “Shall We Dance,” 1937, Fred Astaire, Ginger …
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