MARCH 22, 2026 – I’m not making up the name—Derward Badger. If I were writing a novel, however, set in the remote reaches of Vermont (admittedly redundant, given that the entire Green Mountain State is relatively isolated) featuring a seemingly odd and inscrutable character, a veritable old Vermonter whose appearances are minor and scattered but …
WHEN I’M MAD, I’M . . . WRITE
MARCH 20, 2026 – In the all-too predictable Orwellian-speak of the Charlatan in Chief, today, just days into what could well be another endless war, he told us that he thought the economic impact of his “excursion” against Iran would have been worse than it’s turned out to be. Think about it: at the political …
SO MUCH FOR “ICKY PROBLEMS”
MARCH 19, 2026 – My wife suffers from chronic insomnia. I hear about it in the morning, because once my head hits the pillow, I myself check out from all my problems, real and imagined, and transition to the wonderland of dreams. But last night was an exception. I was disturbed initially by the minor …
“SOUTH OF THE BORDER(S)” REDUX . . . AT LEAST TO IOWA
MARCH 18, 2026 – Over the decade from 2009 to 2019, Sally Scoggin and I practiced law; separate firms, different practice areas but the same daily grind of . . . “billable hours.” During that same decade we spent many hundreds of additional hours—entirely non-billable—practicing repertoire for our annual “winter house concerts,” dubbed, “The Fiddler …
THE ST. PATRICK’S DAY BLIZZARD AND THE STRAIT OF HORMUZ
MARCH 17, 2026 – I was a fourth-grader—our granddaughter’s age—when the famous St. Patrick’s Day Blizzard slammed Minnesota. School was canceled, mostly on account of the travel hazards facing school buses that ferried all the “farm kids” (whether they lived on actual farms or not) to and from schools in town. We who lived inside …
IN MEMORIAM – RUTH OPPENHEIM
MARCH 16, 2026 – Whenever I think of the hallmark of our species—resilience—I think of the late Ruth Oppenheim, mother of my close college friend, Jeff. Ruth passed away late last week after a long, long life. As far as her family and wide circle of friends are concerned, however, her extraordinary life couldn’t possibly …
SECOND GUESSING (PART II)
MARCH 15, 2026 – (Cont.) Think and say what you will about Harry S. Truman, but he was a George Washington next to what now passes for a president. Although I have yet to read David McCullough’s definitive biography of Truman, I know enough about our 33rd president to shape a reasonably well-informed opinion of …
SECOND GUESSING (PART I)
MARCH 15, 2026 – Somewhere along the line of my secondary education John Hersey’s book, Hiroshima was required reading. As our nation’s foolhardy leader drags us into yet another war, Hersey’s account of six survivors of the blast that was “brighter than a thousand suns” should again be required reading. The “book” was an article …
HOW THE GIRL SCOUT COOKIES CRUMBLED
MARCH 13, 2026 – This evening we enjoyed dinner out with our good friends Jim and Bonnie. Manitou, the popular spot in downtown White Bear Lake, was royally hopping in anticipation of St. Patrick’s Day, just four days away. Just as we were finishing our meal, a Girl Scout in full regalia started making the …
MY LUNCH WITH ERIK . . . OR “WHY I WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL”
MARCH 12, 2026 – This past Monday’s post was entitled, “Why I Went to College.” Today I learned “Why I went to high school,” or more precisely as regards the latter, “Why I went to a particular high school.” Long-time subscribers to this blog are familiar with my connection to the Green Mountain State; specifically, …
SENATOR CORY BOOKER WAS RIGHT
MARCH 11, 2026 – I remember watching/listening to portions of Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson’s confirmation hearing conducted by the Senate Judiciary Committee back in 2022. She gave a credible account of herself—erudite, respectful, genuine, articulate, and a methodical thinker. Based on her C.V. and on what I observed, I thought—Yes, she seems well qualified to …
WRITER’S BLOCK, WRITER’S BOX
MARCH 10, 2026 – I’m nearly laughing out loud—“LOL” in the vernacular of The Text. Earlier today I struggled mightily in my role as a remote writing mentor for a couple of high school students. In each case it was a classic matter of, “Where do I start?” I don’t mean to disparage my mentees. …
WHY I WENT TO (POLAR BEAR) COLLEGE
MARCH 9, 2026 – It’s a question with multiple answers—broad and narrow: “Why did I go to college?” As is the case with the same basic question in other contexts, the answers can be approached from either side of the subject experience. For example, “Why did I go to Paris?” The “pre-answer”: “To see the …
THE CAP
MARCH 8, 2026 – Much ado has been made online—wholly appropriately—of the Commander in Chief’s wearing a baseball cap during the ceremony at Dover Air Force Base to receive the remains of the six dead American servicemen. I haven’t talked to any soldiers, sailors or airwomen/men or veterans about this, but of MAGA members among …
TIME FOR SELF-IMPROVEMENT
MARCH 7, 2026 – Lately I’ve been in what I’d describe as a “knowledge-informational funk.” Part of the problem appears to be the shortage of storage space inside my cranium. If part of my brain is a storage room with floor-to-ceiling shelving, all the available space is metaphorically crammed with exposure to issues acute in …
ANTIDOTE TO GLOOM
MARCH 6, 2026 – I read somewhere—I think it might’ve been in The Shallows: What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains by Nicholas Carr—in which a study of London cabbies revealed overly developed memories in the region where navigational information is stored. Obviously, the study pre-dated Google Maps and other familiar GPS-based apps. Today …
DOWN WITH THE JOLLY ROGER!
MARCH 5, 2026 – I really feel as if I’m a passenger on one of those gargantuan cruise ships with 23 decks, 25 dining rooms, 18 swimming pools, and enough poker chips to sink the ship if they all slid off the poker tables at the same time. (Eh, eh. That’s a joke.) The cruise …
MARCH FO(U)RTH!
MARCH 4, 2026 – Yesterday in a regular chat with a close college friend, we talked politics—as usual. After venting our spleens over the latest outrage—war against Iran—my good friend asked me, “Where do you think America will be a year from now? What’s your prediction?” After answering his question, I asked him, in turn, …
LIGHT ON LIFE
MARCH 3, 2026 – Yesterday my iPhone went on the fritz for the second time in four days. All outgoing calls were a “fail,” and all incoming calls went straight to voicemail. On the first “fail,” I searched for online solutions and found one that worked: “Turn on airplane mode [sic] for 30 seconds, then …
NOTHING IS SIMPLE
MARCH 2, 2026 – Today I experienced a further lesson in the difficulty of reconciling my circumstances with our country’s ugly past. In this particular instance, I have in mind the treatment of Indigenous populations by the European settlers, colonizers, fortune-seekers, and religious zealots who preceded us, not to mention by us, as well, with …
SEEING THINGS UPSIDE DOWN
MARCH 1, 2026 – By all appearances, we’re well into the post-democracy phase of American history. On the surface, this can be quite discomforting, especially for us who’ve been convinced that the sky has been falling since January 20 of last year. But from a broader perspective, the current crisis, if you will, is not …
IF IRAN THE CIRCUS
FEBRUARY 28, 2026 – When I was a kid, one of my favorite books was If I Ran the Circus by Dr. Seuss. It featured an imaginary circus inside the imagination of a kid named Morris McGurk. Morris envisioned a Big Top Circus in place of a vacant lot within the confines of a tall, …
A DIRTY DIAPER AND THE COLD WAR (PART II)
FEBRUARY 27, 2026 – (Cont.) At the Brushmill I’d been torn between the chicken pot pie and the red lentil soup to go with my half of the misticanza salad that Byron and I had ordered together. Ultimately, I’d gone with the soup, thinking it was the more healthful choice, but then again, as everyone …
A DIRTY DIAPER AND THE COLD WAR (PART I)
FEBRUARY 26, 2026 – Yesterday was another day that saw the yo-yo crawl upandupandup and up and up and up and up and . . . then . . . back . . . down and down and down and downanddownagain. On the upswing—into the early afternoon—I felt as though my cold symptoms were officially …
A SNOW DAY IN CONNECTICUT
FEBRUARY 25, 2026 – By the time I’d assembled myself for breakfast yesterday morning, I was feeling significantly better. Maybe not quite airworthy, but with two days to go before our postponed departure from southern New England, I was optimistic. In the afternoon, I actually got outside and did some light shoveling to help “widen …