I rarely burn the midnight oil. At the tender age of 74, there is some sense of security in turning in earlier. Silly, right? I am retired, so I don’t have to be anywhere most of the time the following day. So its not as if insomnia would prejudice the following day, and therefore requireContinue reading “Late Night Reflections on Coming Home”
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This is Paoli
No, I’m not Ed Murrow. God knows, we could use him at this point. But I spent so much time reading about Murrow and his boys in Europe that I sort of wish I could go back and get my cred validated. I also remember him as a little kid on CBS, although, as youContinue reading “This is Paoli”
Give ‘Em What They Want
This is gonna be short, as the Four Tops used to sing. Look. If the average American really wants to find out what the US was like before the New Deal, let them. If “Obamacare” is a problem, Hell, let the Republicans defund it. Let people see $4,000 a month premia. And then tell themContinue reading “Give ‘Em What They Want”
Texit
This is going to be one of the tougher things I will try to write. As they say, stuff is complicated. I’ve been in and around Texas ever since Berkeley, which is now going on nearly four decades. It sure ain’t 1980 any longer, when I left Philly as the City of Champions, not theContinue reading “Texit”
Idiocracy
Yesterday, August 27, 2025, really must be counted as one of the worst days of my life. Because the Mets swept the Phillies? Honestly, I really couldn’t care less. Baseball, like. getting to the ocean, used to be one of the things that made Summer what it was. That hasn’t been true for some timeContinue reading “Idiocracy”
Borrador: La Familia Lizardi en Veracruz
You may cite, but please give credit to Draft. Errors are mine
Syriana + Quark= Our Neighborhood (*)
Last night, I watched Syriana for the nth time. Maybe after n+1 times I will finally be sure I have figured out what the Hell was going on. And having Bashir from Deep Space Nine as an Emir really doesn’t help. I keep looking for Quark. Oh, well. Looking for Quark. The Ferengi as metaphorContinue reading “Syriana + Quark= Our Neighborhood (*)”
The Cathedral Isn’t Telling
I live in San Antonio, Texas. It’s ok. Everyone has got to live somewhere. So why not here? But occasionally I wonder just what the Hell I am doing here. Today was one of those days. I always admired the opening line of Mario Vargas Llosa’s brilliant novel, Conversation in the Cathedral (1969). “At whatContinue reading “The Cathedral Isn’t Telling”
Habemus Villanovam
Richard J. Salvucci, Villanova ’73 Don’t worry. I’m not about to try to bask in Pope Bob’s reflected glow–although I may be one of a very few. I’ve had my differences with Villanova for fifty years. I studied there. I taught there briefly and then went on to greener pastures. I have occasionally suggested thatContinue reading “Habemus Villanovam”
Suicide Hill
When I was a little kid–oh, oh, here we go–we made do with the “toys” that Mother Nature gave us. Since I was a little kid in an urban environment, 66th and Haverford in Philly, toys were frequently trees, hills, pot holes, walls, dog defecating grounds, abandoned beer bottles, and various swearing neighbors, usually maleContinue reading “Suicide Hill”
This Game Is Over, Salvucci Sez 