Do you hate America?
A large chunk of our citizenry spit on the Declaration of Independence. Don't be one of those people pooping on America's party. This piece was hot as a firecracker on July 4th, so do your patriotic duty and read it today. It's what Thomas Jefferson would have wanted.
A little ditty, about Jack and Diane...
Or, more precisely, a ditty about a story I wrote about Jack and Diane that worked as well as Jackie's dreams of football stardom.
Here are a handful of snapshots of what it was like in New York City (for me, anyway) in the days and weeks following September 11. I can understand why one might have 9/11 fatigue, but I wanted to post this piece that originally ran at Mr. Beller's Neighborhood for those who still can't wrap their head around it.
All I know is that it doesn't seem like it's already been five years.
When Mr. Beller's Neighborhood contacted those who had written about 9/11--which I did back in October 2001--to write some sort of remembrance, I was apprehensive. It's been a long time and a lot of things happened because of it that I don't believe in.
There was one story I never wrote up in detail though, and I have been thinking about the events of10/7 a lot since Seal Team Six sent the bastard to a watery grave.
I can understand if you have no desire to read any sort of post-post-9/11 piece, the media misery train and the co-opting of a tragedy by say Budweiser, makes it hard to remember to never forget. But the piece is out there, so do with it what you will.
I would like to say to the young couple out there we found shivering in a doorway, I sincerely hope everything worked out. To the man in particular, here's a few words of the poet who kept you going, "What else could I write? I don't have the right."
Happy Dog Days, y'all. Thought I would catch you up on some of the things I've been doing over at Biographile. I interviewed Vicki Croke, author of Elephant Company, the incredible story of how one man and his parade of Asian elephants helped the Allied cause in World War II. Next up, I looked back with Bill Buford about his years hanging out with soccer hooligans deftly told in Among the Thugs, and then I wrote an ode to ice pops. (Yes, popsicles, but trademarks...)Summer's greatest treat.
Stay cool, my friends. And find some A/C while you're at it. Vacation beckons.