Not forgetting, but forgiving

I was among the many reporters who came to Oklahoma City in 1995 to cover the aftermath of the bomb that destroyed the federal building and killed 168 people and wounded many more. I wrote a lot about it, but I couldn’t make much sense of it, especially because Oklahoma City also happens to be…

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Chuh-click-click. (One of my favorites)

Once in a great while I’m asked if I have a favorite story that I’ve written. I don’t. But if I did, it might be this little essay for the Post’s Style section (“Chuh-click. Sunset: With the Last of Kodak’s Slide Projectors, a Family Tradition Slips Out of Focus”), which ran 10 years ago on…

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Frankincense and whirr

My friend Jack asked nicely — a year ago — to see this one again, an oldie from the archives, about the sacred synergy between Christmas and the electric shaver. I’m reprinting it here, not because I think it’s all that, but because of the top-notch headline that ran with it — “Frankincense & Whirr”…

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The worst fall TV season I’ve had to review

That’s right, I said it. Nevertheless, here’s what I’ve been up to since late summer — trying to find something, anything to say about the new crop of fall shows from the broadcast and cable networks. I didn’t give any A’s this year and a whole lot of D’s and F’s — and, yes, I…

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What kind of fool?

The One-Man Book Club has been meeting in secret for quite some time over at Goodreads, if you ever feel like following along. I’ve been slowly going back through my shelves and adding thoughts and reviews of books I read years ago. For some reason, all this time I’ve managed to never notice a neato…

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