St. Patrick’s Day

Good people go to Heaven, but the Celts went everywhere. There isn’t a corner of the globe where you can’t find us if you look hard enough. Nations as far flung as Canada and Australia are largely Celtic in origin, and the majority of those Celts came from Ireland.

One nation has wandered the earth like no other, and for one day we all return home with the help of a hyphen. Many of us become Irish-Americans or Irish-Canadians on Saint Patrick’s day when any other day American or Canadian would be enough. We drink up well in pubs, cheer on the bagpipers, and think back to what our ancestors must have gone through to get us where we are.

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Blinding Daylight

Welcome to the first Tuesday of Daylight Savings Time! I hope everyone is saving lots and lots of daylight. I wonder after more than 40 years of this how much daylight is actually in the average American’s savings account. But that is beside the point, as this is the day I answer my mail. I got quite a bit of it this week!

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It’s Still Over

I said a few weeks ago that I wasn’t going to say anything more about the Presidential race because there was nothing more to say. Since that time, many people have said many things, but strangely were able to miss the one thing that is important:

It’s still over. Only moreso.

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Pedestrian View

I recently made a big mistake. That’s not a surprising admission, since I make big mistakes all the time. Just last weekend I was driving the wrong way on a one-way street, for one thing. Those kinds of mistakes I can handle, since I am only human. The mistake that I need to confess is one of language, a rather unforgivable mistake.

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Straight Up Racist

I have been writing about both literature and race issues quite a lot lately. The saga of Margaret B. Jones, aka Margaret Seltzer, shows that I’ve been on to something.

She was the author of “Love and Consequences”, a memoir of growing up in a black foster family in South Central Los Angeles. Her tale was a wild ride with a strong mother and gang violence, death and redemption. It also turned out to not be true when Ms. Seltzer was ratted out by her own sister.

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