Lacunae Musing

It is a moment one almost likens to tales of the unbelievable, news about one's 50th high school reunion. When I graduated from Richmond...

I mean this literally and figuratively, an astronomical low as evidenced by the photo below of the Norwalk River. And a walk down Westport’s...

I remember watching Wall Street Week with the late Louis Rukeyser in the late 1970s and early 1980s during another alarming economic peri...

Several years ago Ann cut out an article in the Palm Beach Post about Concord, Ma. and its rich literary and revolutionary war history. As ...

Thursday night we boarded a time machine which began on the ancient New Haven Railroad, the same cars I rode on decades before, still shuffl...

As much as I would prefer to write just about anything else, I seem to be helplessly drawn into the vortex of what has become part of a nati...

What a cynical title for Samuel Beckett’s brilliant play, courageously presented by the Westport Country Playhouse to celebrate its 80th an...