Early September ushers in Labor Day, and with it, the unofficial end of summer. For Alice Kaplan, the John M. Musser Professor of French at
Muddy Waters and his wife Geneva in Chicago, 1951. Image copyright and courtesy of: Art Shay. Thanks to Paul Berlanga of the Steven Daiter Gallery.
Sometimes, especially during the month of August, I become a passive psychic channel for the erudition of others. The rest of the country heat-implodes; media
From the Chicago Tribune: On the 100th anniversary of his birth Tuesday, one may wonder what the Nobel laureate would say about the more controversial
“Put another way, tradition and community are not mere inheritances passively received form the past and certainly not merely fetters on human freedom. Tradition, to
Traditionally, Bastille Day celebrates in perpetua an inaugural anniversary (1790’s Fête de la Fédération), itself commemorating an infamous fortress-prison’s storming (July 14, 1789) that tipped-off
This post is sponsored by a trip to my parents’ house—on a non-descript island in the Detroit River, among the postindustrial, downriver suburbs of southeastern Michigan,
“And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and
Unless you’ve been sleeping under a rock (under Iraq? Unforgiveable pun?), yesterday’s Supreme Court decision to uphold the majority of the Patient Protection and Affordable
Wait. I’ve got one— “A lawyer walks into a bar”—oh, you’ve already heard it. “A one-legged lawyer walks into a bar”—no? That, too? How about