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Museum Day

Great day with Jackie in SF checking out the Edvard Munch exhibit at MOMA. I didn't miss "The Scream." He's much more than that. I'm the last one to say anything remotely intelligent about art, but he packs a punch. He reminds me of Van Gogh with the colors he uses, not quite so  Read More 
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Happy MLK Day & News

The day is sunny and bright and warm and easy. Martin Luther King, Jr. speaks from a mountaintop these simple words: "Love. Love each other more. You'll be all right." He is radiant.

Thank you, Martin, for giving your life to this belief in the power of love. "Open yourself up, and you stand  Read More 
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A Sweet Holiday Sketch

My friend the trash man wanted to know how I voted. "Guy," he called out to me in the gym. He calls me guy. He's a son of the dustbowl, child or grandchild of the original Okies. He's told me he goes back to Oklahoma, his family. He's got a weather-roughened face as if he himself  Read More 
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My Hospital Stay

PART ONE

This Thanksgiving didn't go as planned. I spent the day and night at Eden Memorial Hospital in Castro Valley after checking in for chest pains and high blood pressure. They wanted to observe me, so installed me in a private room with a big TV bolted to the wall--you know, standard hospital set up--where I watched an amazing cable channel program  Read More 
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Am I Dreaming?

This is the creepiest period I've endured in my 57 years as an American, creepier by far than 9-11, which was exacerbating, and scary, and also inspiring and strengthening, seeing the great national spirit arise out of the ashes. I speak of the unity, not the hate experienced by too many Muslims and Indians wearing  Read More 
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My Mistress Death and the Election

Just got back from voting. Jeez, you don't want to know about it. A few days before, I posed with my old friend La Catrina. I've known her for a long time. Perhaps she served as midwife at my birth, and cackled when I emerged squirming out of my mother's birth canal. She befriended  Read More 
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Election Year

I wrote a piece on Trump this summer that just appeared in Digital Review in an issue dedicated to the past year. I hope you enjoy it. I'll be back with some more stuff in a political vein soon.

Trump Time


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Post-rally Thoughts

Today in the East Bay nobody is dying in front of my house. Nearby, in Oakland, Richmond, Hayward and all the other rough parts, somebody is shot or stabbed or lying dead in a pool of blood on the hard street, or expiring alone in an apartment, a victim of his or her own despair. Death hangs in the  Read More 
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