Monthly Archives: November 2015

Paris in the Rain

Rainy weekday mornings, as far as they go, are never as good as they are in Paris. As a kid, a rainy morning meant I would be walked to school instead of going there by myself. The seldom-washed windows of … Continue reading

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My First Thanksgiving

It took my parents several years to get used to Thanksgiving. Turkeys (the bird) didn’t exist in Paris when we lived there and neither, of course, did the celebration. So when we came to the United States and were invited … Continue reading

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Explaining Thanksgiving to the French

For decades prior to his death Art Buchwald’s column Explaining Thanksgiving to the French ran in The Washington Post on Thanksgiving Day. The Post did not run it this year, so I will. This confidential column was leaked to me … Continue reading

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Throw the Bums Out!

Many years ago I was Senior Writer for the World Bank, an institution both respected and reviled worldwide. The Bank, formally known as the International Bank for Reconstruction and Development (IBRD), is located blocks from the White House in Washington, … Continue reading

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Merci!

Yesterday before the start of the Redskins-Saints football game, the announcers called for a moment of silence for those who perished in Paris. It happened again later in the afternoon before another game, this one played, I believe, in Ohio. … Continue reading

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Paris, Encore

So after 36 hours of non-stop discussion, the commentators in Paris, New York, London, Bonn and Washington came up with an opinion: Terrorism is a complex problem and there is no easy solution. Hmpf. I could’ve told them that. So … Continue reading

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Paris 11/13/15

After a while I couldn’t watch anymore, but is seemed wrong not to. Aching with powerlessness, glued to the screen like everyone else, information coming in tiny morsels, watching as the banner at the bottom of the broadcast changed to … Continue reading

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