When I was in my late 70’s, my beloved partner and co-author, Harry Lodge, and I went for a long bike ride up here in the Berkshires, along with a heart-doctor pal of his. It was a serious ride,...
Dead Next Year: Or Life in the Deep Third Act
I’m gonna run out of time in this life. And I have more books in my head than I’ll have time to write. One of them is Dead Next Year, about my own, mostly elegant experience in what I...
Old Boys With Guns
No matter how liberal your politics or how enlightened your view of guns, if you grew up during World War II I promise you were fascinated by guns in general as a kid and hand guns in particular. Even...
Last Bike Ride
This is the last good day for a while. And I have this goofy surgery coming up on Monday, an “ABLATION” for the damned old atrial fibrillation, which may take me out of the game for a while. So...