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BFF
Read more: BFFTalking is good for the soul. Matteo Renzi can’t stop talking. He Tweets and yammers and mugs for camera and web alike. He salts his every move with comment. He leaves no accusation unrebutted. He never lacks a self-serving bromide about change. It’s statesmanship with a distinctly adolescent flavor, as…
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All thumbs
Read more: All thumbsHeartwarming relevance. These are heady days for the human thumb, though the thumb might object to being mentioned in the same paragraph as the head since thumbs hate pro-head rhetoric and two remain remote. Yet remote is the reason thumbs are flourishing. The dumb old thumb is now the “scroller”…
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Siding with the sea
Read more: Siding with the seaEurope’s worry seems somehow dishonest. Something rings false about Europe’s response to the Mediterranean tribulations of African migrants trying to reach Italian shores aboard rickety vessels that often sink or capsize. Never mind European Union confabulations and public hand wringing. Never mind the promises of more money for patrolling and…
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Pulling the Tigger
Read more: Pulling the TiggerBeware the nuclear trigger, and honey. Ionce worried about the nuclear Tigger. The Serbian colonel with the unpronounceable name called it a trigger but that seemed silly. It was 1962 and bad Russia had its finger on the Tigger. So did good America. Poor Tigger. I never really read Winnie-the-Pooh.…
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Wooly mammoth
Read more: Wooly mammothMany memories, even if embroidered, should be left alone. The father of one-time neighborhood playmates I treasure in the hallucinatory chambers of my memory was in touch recently after finding me on the Internet. He wanted to “reconnect.’” He had divorced and remarried long ago. “Hard to believe it has…
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Brooch
Read more: BroochThe man in the attic. She called him a Hussar, and the foreignness of the word immediately attached itself to the fiction any boy adores. This Hussar, her brother, my uncle, joined the Polish cavalry in the late 1930s, or so she said. In uniform he wore a neat officer’s…
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