There comes a point in the progression of a society when it is advantageous, perhaps even essential, that it take pause and stock of where they’ve been, where they are and where they’re going. This critical self-assessment can be addressed towards any and all aspects of the society, Continue reading “The Civil Pause”→
The original Olympics began in Ancient Greece somewhere around 884 B.C., as a religious festival, honoring deceased heroes and various Gods, namely Zeus, the King of all Gods. No fighting or war was allowed among soldiers during the Olympics, since it was a time to respect the Gods, Continue reading “The Tradition and Spirit of Ekecheiria”→
The depth of vision expressed in Tom Rudne’s exhibition of photographs currently on view at the Easton Public Library offers a fascinating journey through shop windows to images that stare right back at you. It’s a trip not to be taken lightly.
In August of 1995, I was walking through the giant oak grove at my graduate school in Western Pennsylvania, and there was a huge speaker in front of the library blasting the Grateful Dead. No one was in sight, just a lone speaker and Jerry Garcia’s voice billowing through the trees. Continue reading “A Tribute to Jerry Garcia”→
What’s that sound. It had been a late night prior, and the heavy brocade curtains in our room at Boston’s Parker House effectively muffled the outside world. But as I shook off sleep, I thought I heard… drums?
Omigod! Drums! “Dave! Wake up! The parade’s starting!”
There was a time I loved Easton and my 3.6-acre property so much, I often I told my wife, “…when I die, bury me next to Sam.” It would be my honor to rest in peace alongside Sam, short for Samantha, the greatest springer spaniel known to man.