We were first in Barbados about thirty years ago on an emergency trip from London in search of some March fun in the sun. Darling Wife S. and I had booked rather late, but there were many flights on British Airways to the former island colony. In fact, Barbados did not get its independence and enter commonwealth status until 1966, so the remnants of the Caribbean raj were still much in evidence. If one stayed at the iconic Sandy Lane, (still going strong), one might have thought to be on the coast of Devon with, of course, some tropical accoutrements. Today, things have changed. Time does that, doesn’t it? I no longer hear the lilt of of the natives...
I’ve had this post in mind for years. Well, maybe not years, but certainly for months or days. I was finally motivated to act (or write) by being scooped by none other than that liberal rag, The New York Times. A presumably professional journalist named Richard Thompson Ford published on Feb. 10, 2017, an article entitled “The Ties That Blind.” I know you’ll agree with me that this is a really weak title…and beyond that, his piece was shot through with mistakes. He starts out by saying that Trump cannot tie a necktie properly. Hah! Now I’m certainly not a Trumpy, but I know a well-tied four-in-hand when I see one. And...
I can safely predict that you will be more than sick and tired of originalism / textualism / strict constructionism / original intent / original meaning and judicial activism by the time that Trump’s first Supreme Court nominee, Neil Gorsuch, has been dispatched – or not – as the newest member of the Court for Life. Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to persuade you one way or the other with respect to Mr. Gorsuch. And it may come as some surprise to those of you who have rightly identified me as a left leaning, progressive Democrat of the rascal, yeller dog variety, that I believe the prez should be given quite a wide latitude...
For those of you who have allowed your subscription to the American Journal of Psychiatry to lapse or, like me, who engaged in some light napping during Psych 101, let me remind you. NPD is the working abbreviation for Narcissistic Personality Disorder. The “to a T” part you will have to figure out on your own. NPD has been getting some play on the net lately, in fact, a friend of a friend just sent me an interesting piece applying NPD to a current political celebrity. I, of course, would never do that. Consider this, then, just an intellectual inquiry to an interesting, long ignored subject. First let me deal with the etymology of the term...
Under Construction-to be competed soon Remember the old kitschy spy series, in which the lead character was a normal citizen, spy and double agent…yeah, I thought so. It dealt with the complexities of life that demanded the behavior of a regular joe, a communist spy, and an FBI counter spy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting that my life which has devolved to life in the big city and life in the country is fraught with similar complexities. Not by a long stretch. Although, it does have its moments. My plan was to live, more or less in equal parts, in our condo in Dallas county and our farm in Fannin county. Actually, that’s not...
After 30 years in the world of big business, Gary “retired” to pursue long ignored interests. While continuing his involvement in the corporate world by serving as a director of several public companies, he has, among other things, traveled the world in pursuit of the perfect bird photograph, served national and local charities as a director and donor, developed a personal web site as a platform for his writing on subjects of personal interest, and, occasionally, taken time to smell the roses.
Gary and his wife Sandra, shuttle between their condo in Dallas and their farm in Fannin county, Texas where they indulge themselves in organic gardening, long walks and entertaining friends and family.
