I desperately cling to the idea of America because, over the course of my life, I’ve known too many immigrants who saw us (yes, us, with all of our problems) as the last best hope. My mother had a friend who escaped the Armenian genocide. As a boy, he saw a woman’s baby cut from..
Weirdly, on Saturdays, I don’t have a great deal to do. My children grew up in this business and they learned the basic tools of the trade better than I have. “Tend thy shop, and thy family,” I think, (improving Poor Richard’s advice), “and they will tend to you.” That leaves me “hospitality” as a..
Let’s Cancel The Race Card Entirely, Shall We? Look, folks if you were born after, say, 1955, in America, you’ve grown up ingesting the whole salad bowl, melting pot, indigenous people, civil rights smorgasbord. We’ve had all the various race dish problems named and studied. We grew up on Star Trek global citizens exploring brave..
The morning broke a little warm and windy; the farm’s golden hour looked happy enough, grapevine green and all, fruit fattening up in the summer morning heat, but I was troubled, and then I recalled the source of the worry: I spent an hour or two in a theater yesterday, trying not to weep. Dinesh..