It sounds a little like a war zone out there, but it's just the police helicopters surveilling the West Indian Day Parade. I'm back from a trip to visit my West Coast relatives, and tomorrow, my city, that hive of alarming ambition, will be back on the job, … [Read more...]

My father, whom I loved and in many ways admired, was an engineer. Following receipt of his master’s degree in forestry from the University of Minnesota in the late 1940’s, he got a job selling state-of-the-art chemicals used in wood preservation. Having … [Read more...]

Feels as if I’m living in a theme park: that’s my line these days. A theme park called “The Brooklyn Experience” (as in: people who are paying top dollar will want the New Brooklyn retail experience, a line from some recent article about gentrification, maybe in … [Read more...]

Throughout the last year of labor struggles at Goddard, I've been repeatedly struck by the degree to which this union fight is really a fight for the heart and soul of a college so many of us love deeply, even passionately. Looking back to the beginning of 2013, I … [Read more...]