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Fade To Black

When he was just a kid in Pittsburgh, Billy Strayhorn wrote Lush Life – “A week in Paris will ease the bite of it. All I care is to smile in spite of it.” It’s a song about what to do when … Continue reading

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Descartes Muttering In His Grave

December 13, 2000, was a long time ago. That evening, Al Gore conceded the election to George Bush, and it was an odd time to be in Paris. It was already the next day in Paris. Gore’s concession had been … Continue reading

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The Impossible Reconciliation

Pittsburgh in the fifties was no place to be. Even the parents knew that. There was a wider world, so leaving for college in the mid-sixties, and never really going back, was easy enough, but in 1959 or so that … Continue reading

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As Seen From a Distance

It was December 14 in Paris many years ago, cold and dark at dawn, followed by heavy rain all day – an odd day – after staying up all night watching CNN-International in the hotel room. Somewhere in the middle … Continue reading

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Come September

“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” That’s how Henry David Thoreau put it – and most men, where they are, know there’s someplace else they should be, a … Continue reading

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That Learning Curve

It was good to be walking the cold streets of Paris in the rain on that December morning long ago, after staying up all night watching CNN-International in the hotel room. Somewhere in the middle of the night there was … Continue reading

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A Personal Note

It was December 14 in Paris almost fifteen years ago, cold and dark at dawn, followed by heavy rain, and I was bleary-eyed from staying up all night watching CNN-International in the hotel room. Somewhere in the middle of the … Continue reading

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