Remembering Pooh

Yesterday was our local literary shindig, the annual Williamsburg Book Festival. This is held in conjunction with a much bigger cultural shindig called An Occasion for the Arts, which has become something of a juggernaut. Or at least a relative juggernaut, given that...

‘Member Berries?

We don’t have cable TV in our house. We keep up with whatever we care about—which excludes anything with commercials—by streaming off my MacBook. Kay-Kay isn’t convinced we’re actually saving money, after you add up the fees for internet service, Amazon Prime,...

Taking the Jamestown Ferry

I live exactly 2.2 miles from the north dock of the Jamestown-Scotland Ferry. I didn’t know until yesterday that a 13-year-old Tanya Tucker, on the same album with her breakout hit “Delta Dawn,” recorded a song called “Jamestown Ferry.” How could this have happened? I...

Our Great National Shame

In keeping with the trendy notion of Safe Spaces, this blog is a Politics-Free Zone. I want it to be place where both the blogger (me) and the scantily few number of readers (you) can exhale and think about things that don’t include, well, You Know Who. If you want my...