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Winnowing Out the Bad Words

On March 1, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Every writer makes a transition in which he goes from being bold and erratic to precise and accurate. I don’t mean facts. It’s the words, stupid. It used to be the economy back before it became a football to be tossed back and forth between political parties. Everyone has memories that cause shudders of regret. …

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A Book, the Highlights of Which Were …

On February 25, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn BooksLeave a comment

Sometimes reading is a pleasure. Sometime it is more an investment. At the moment, I’m fairly racing through Frank Deford’s Over Time: My Life as a Sportswriter. He’s been my favorite writer of sports since I read his first novel, Cut ‘n’ Run, when I was about 15. I’ve been using a highlighter, as if …

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It’s Even History Now

On January 17, 2014January 18, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn PoliticsLeave a comment

It seems self-evident that history is important. Those who fail to heed it are doomed to repeat it, and all that.Yet it’s pretty obvious that fewer and fewer care. Many seem to take pride in their ignorance, which becomes obvious as one gets older. Any times comparisons are made, invariably someone says, “Well, that was …

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