Category: Reminiscence

REUNION (PART VII – “REIGN OF TERROR”)

JUNE 4, 2026 – (Cont.) Ever since high school I’d been a fan of Camus, which rendered me curious about Algeria, which is why I was drawn to the acclaimed documentary La Bataille d’Alger (The Battle of Algiers) when it was showing at Bowdoin our sophomore year. The film was about the Arab urban guerrilla …

SPRING RESOLUTIONS

MAY 27, 2026 – It is in our nature, I guess, that when the Northwind blows, forcing us to pull our collars up and walk with folded arms to trap more body heat, we complain about the cold. Yet, when the tables are turned and the Southwind sends its hot and humid breath across the …

“LIE” AND “LAY”

MAY 26, 2026 – I don’t know what I did to wind up in a family full of grammarians, but that’s what happened to me. One of my most searing memories as a teenager away at school was receiving from a certain family member, a Xeroxed (back when such was a word) version of one …

ANABASIS

MAY 24, 2026 – My parents, bless their souls, were philhellenes and to a lesser extent, Romanophiles—lesser because as I remember my dad explaining when I was quite young, for the most part, the Ancient Romans were “copycats,” the Ancient Greeks having been the source of so much that later evolved in the hands and …

MUSICAL MEMORY

MAY 20, 2026 – I didn’t forget. Early this morning when I first saw today’s date, I immediately thought of Dad. If he hadn’t died 16 years ago earlier this month, he would’ve turned 104 today. My three sisters, independently of one another and of me, were also thinking about Dad today. Later this morning …

REFLECTIONS ON AN AMUSING FAILURE

MAY 10, 2026 – Rarely do we find pleasure in facing our abject failures—let alone in talking out loud about them. I think this aspect of the human condition is a survival instinct. If we were to dwell on our defeats, we’d sink further into a quagmire of hopelessness, endangering our very continuation as a …

WORK CAMP BADGES

MAY 2, 2026 – This morning I put all concerns about the larger world aside—along with most of my personal worries—and drove straight to the Red Cabin. Well, not exactly straight there. In Cumberland, Wisconsin I encountered a detour, which took me straight east, not north, all the way to Rice Lake, halfway across Wisconsin, …

BIRD BRAINS AND MR. FIELD

APRIL 29, 2026 – The sound reminds me of a grandfather clock with a malfunctioning escapement mechanism. Instead of a steady “tick-tock . . . tick-tock” we hear, “tick . . . tock-tock . . . TOCK . . . tick-TOCK” and so on, ad nauseam, day after day. The source of the erratic noise …

ROGUE BRAIN, OLD TRAIN

APRIL 6, 2026 – I’m afraid my brain has gone rogue again, at least in my dreams. What worries me further is the power of suggestive writing—that is, making something occur simply by writing about it. The reader will recall that in last Friday’s post, I described variations of the recurring “litigation dream,” similar to …

A NEW WAY OF WAR

APRIL 4, 2026 – I have a very distinct memory of war. No, it didn’t feature bombs going off or people screaming death cries. The setting of my war story was our mostly quiet little town of Anoka, Minnesota, which straddled the Rum River at its confluence with the lazy Mississippi about 20 miles upstream …

THE RULE OF LAW AND THE BARD AS BAKED LOBSTER

MARCH 28, 2026 – As mentioned here last month, I’m scrambling to accumulate a total of 45 hours of continuing legal education (“CLE”) credits by June 30. “Scrambling” is perhaps an over-dramatization. Thanks to a recent change in the rules, all these credits can be assembled by way of webinars viewed on demand. With proper …

BACK TO THE FUTURE

MARCH 22, 2026 – As my serial readers know, yesterday’s post involved a brief trip aboard my personal time machine. I assure my younger readers—I’m blessed to have some—that as you travel deeper into old age, your time machine logs miles . . . er, light years . . . at an increasing rate even …

DERWARD BADGER

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 …

“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 …

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 …