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The I in me
Read more: The I in meSafety, if transformed into a relentless form of alarm, can soon turn sinister. Near-blindness makes the masked people look like mutants. The store innards seem to me like a place occupied by a race of aliens, either newly arrived or imagined. But they cannot be imagined since they make the…
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Listening for music
Read more: Listening for musicCOVID is no cancer… Some stories acquire their relevance and moral aptness only through repeated retelling, each recitation adding a density and lushness to a wall of ivy that before looked merely like overgrowth. This is one such story. After my father was diagnosed with the cancer that would eventually…
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You can’t go home again
Read more: You can’t go home again“Rin Tin Tin” was among the first and most popular dog dramas on American TV. As a boy, my Sicilian ophthalmologist was for a long time addicted to American dog shows. He avidly watched “Rin Tin Tin” and “Lassie,” dubbed, of course, and swore by dogs as the best man…
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Over the edge
Read more: Over the edgeWho said anything about a round world? To believe the world was flat conferred wonderful advantages to any boy who would not budge from this belief. At age 7, I would not, much to the chagrin of my parents, who warned me of irrational behavior, which, to me, sounded like…
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And the sun also rises
Read more: And the sun also risesAugust downtime, short or long, remains sacrosanct in Rome. In June I made an appointment with my barber Franco whose shop is about a 15-minute walk from my home. The passage of the plague months had made me come to look like a disheveled gray cross between Albert Einstein and…
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Choose! An American polemic
Read more: Choose! An American polemicDonald Trump at Mount Rushmore on July 4, 2020. America’s not so beautiful these days. Blame it on a president or a virus, on racism or a public so deaf to dialogue it knows only to sling mud. Or maybe blame it on blame itself, a culture of blame and…
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