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I have been sending postcards all over the southeast in an attempt to bolster turnout for Joe Biden and other worthy Democrats. Hands down, the award for most interesting street names goes to the city of Corpus Christi, Texas. Check out these exciting samples from today’s dispatch: Misty Meadow RoadSable River DriveDyna StreetSea Horse AvenueLexington AvenueZarsky DriveEl Soccorro LoopBroomsedge Street Just now I cal

After dinner, I followed advice offered to me about 10 years ago and went outside to look at the stars. I am graced with a clear and cold October night in New England, and the stars are very beautiful. I had not thought about that advice or the particular adviser in a while. So thanks again, if you are reading this. I really should avoid the website for CNN because of the onslaught of all-caps headlines in 40 point t

I am writing postcards to encourage voting for Democrat candidates (see the previous entry here at the FFR). Today’s parcel went to Georgia in support of Jon Ossoff, who is challenging the incumbent U.S. Senator. Mr. Ossoff is liberal, he is young and personable, and according to the polls he stands a puncher’s chance of victory. Oh, and he is Jewish. Which in the deep south means….well, we may or may not learn what

The skies seem cloudy and the days seem dark—and yes, I am writing metaphorically. Here is a quote from Kurt Vonnegut, one of my literary heroes, who died back in 2007. The quote came from that year as well, and from his last interview. “My country is in ruins. So I’m a fish in a poisoned fishbowl. I’m mostly just heartsick about this. There should have been hope. This should have been a great country. Bu

September 22, 2020 Dear Senator McConnell (or may I call you Mitch?), You’ve been around so long, I feel like I can call you Mitch. That OK with you? Oh, good. At the risk of boring you to tears (meaning, I hope you hear these words repeated in your sleep) let me reprint a quote from the year 2016, when Barack Obama was President and chaos ruled the land: “The American people should have a voice in the selectio

Here I find myself mourning not only the woman, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, but the principles of democracy and a vision of the United States that she embodied and fought for, and which now seem in dire peril. However, the second mourning is not correct. Her replacement on the Supreme Court is not yet delivered, the election is not yet decided, our future is not yet sealed and doomed. We do not mourn our democracy and value

September 17, 2020  My wife and teenage son make fun of me for calling attention to ex-Howard Johnson’s when I see them. One such entity lies peacefully under an assumed name in West Boylston, Massachusetts, which is the town next to ours. We pass by it all the time, and so I have to restrain myself from making my typical announcement because my listeners have heard it too often. For the unaware, Howard Johnson’s was

After its release in 1969, the song “Fortunate Son,” written by John Fogerty and sung by Creedence Clearwater Revival, quickly became an anthem of the protest movement against the Vietnam War. Today, it is a fixture in the rock-and-roll canon. If you can’t hear the chorus in your head either right now or when you read the next paragraph, that means your taste in radio listening never ventured beyond either NPR or Cou

August 24th, 2020 Interstate 84, eastbound across Connecticut, family car trip. The three-year-old peers into the traffic in search of pick-up trucks while his three elders play a word game, subject is foods and beverages. “Orange, E.” I pass a brown, beat-up Pontiac convertible, circa mid 1970s, its driver a balding old dude with his shirt off. His remaining head hair is tied in a pony tail that’s flapping in the fr