If You Like Teflon, You'll Love Clinton!
Nothing sticks to a Clinton.
A Different Kind Of "Game Of Thrones" Returns Next Sunday
"The Circus" resumes next Sunday, just in time for the Conventions.
Yesterday's Selfies
Way back before you could take them with your phone, you had to pay for selfies by the shot. And before you took them, you generally got all spiffed up and checked your makeup. Posed, but not very spontaneous.
Fourth Of July
Have fun out there, but be careful that thing doesn't go off on you.
Titanic Red Sox Loss
And still, the pink hats sang along to "Sweet Caroline" after the top of the seventh inning. Kind of like the way passengers aboard the Titanic sang "Nearer My God To Thee" as it was on its way to the bottom of the sea...
The Art Of Grocery Store Abbreviation Writing
I think I'll apply for a job at Wegman's, creating the abbreviations for product descriptions. It looks like a whole lot of fun.
Jack Vettriano: What Do Artists Do All Day?
He is one of my favorite contemporary artists, and this is a unique insight into how he creates his gorgeous and sensual paintings. It is also another chapter in the eternal push-and-pull between commercial success and critical acceptance.
Fathers Day 2016
A Harry Chapin tune, for fathers. I'm grateful for all the love and all the times together with my kids, but this song has always resonated with me, from the very first time I heard it, a long time ago.
Grace Kelly, Actress
Sixty-one years ago, in 1955. The photo looks as though it might have been taken this week.
Artifact
With renewed interest in vinyl sound recordings, perhaps a few more Millennials will know what this archaeological relic was once used for.
It Really Does Take One To Know One
"The Clintons have turned the politics of personal enrichment into an art form," he said. "They've made hundreds of millions of dollars selling access and selling favors."
D Day: June 6, 1944
In Dover, on their way to Normandie.
Ali
Winner, and still Heavyweight Champion of the World. .
Photo: Neil Leifer
Herr's Factory Tour!
I took the Herr's Potato Chip factory tour today, in the little Pennsylvania town of Nottingham. There was no sign of the Sheriff, although I did see what looked to be a forest (I'm not very good at identifying natural things). Neither was there any sign of men in tights. Or women in tights, for that matter.
There were plenty of free samples though, and I believe a new record was set for sales in the adjacent factory store. I asked several questions of our tour guide (an affable and enthusiastic young man named Fisher), one of which was whether Herr's makes private label chips for any retailers. They do indeed, and one of the retailers is Boston's own Market Basket chain of grocery stores. Fisher assured me that the private label chips are the same ones we saw being produced on the production lines in the factory.
it was a wonderful tour. I'm eating Heinz Ketchup Chips as I write this, and my fingers are getting red, so I had better stop now.
Penn Station
Waiting in the overheated monstrosity that is New York Pennsylvania Station for my train back to Boston yesterday, I was remembering the beautiful station that used to exist in this space, before it was torn down in the early 1960s in the name of "progress".
And then I realized that I could be standing in the same space as my mother and father stood, sharing a kiss before he went away to war. And never came back. My mother and his parents were there the day his body came back. To Penn Station.
