Lacunae Musing

In late September we decided, spur of the moment almost, to break loose from our self-imposed Covid semi-quarantine, and rent a house over...

  It’s like the eye of three different hurricanes I’ve lived through, Carol in 1954, Jeanne, 2004, and Wilma in 2005.   A hurricane eye is o...

I was in the mood for a new “Great American Novel” and although Lake Success is now two years old, it filled the bill, at least in its ...

Just once in a while, a piece of journalism surfaces which is so prescient, and so accurately reflects the kind of truth we all recognize ...