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Monthly Archives: September 2018
Women Declared To Be ‘Persons’!
“We believe that a very large number of women do not desire to vote. They shrink from having to go to the polling booths on election days. They would much prefer staying at home and attending to their household duties.” … Continue reading
Family Treesome, Stag Country
When Angel Boorschagle’s momma died, her daddy Otto Pavlicheck married a Subaville girl half his age named Madaleen Pope. Madaleen had their baby Travis the same week Angel’s son Wade was born. Otto got backed over by the stock trailer … Continue reading
Feelings and Imagination
I once authored a proto-blog in the BI (Before Internet) epoch, an ante-deluvian moment on the cyber-scale of time. I was based in a rambling bayou city situated in a large, hidebound, arrière-garde, rump-facing state of the sector of the … Continue reading
1987: We enjoyed…
[Dear Mother,] We enjoyed your March 15th letter with all the news. Also greatly interested in the Walker Percy pieces and look forward to reading the book. It’s amazing that “The Moviegoer” is that old. I’m continuing to forge desultorily … Continue reading
1987: I’ve started a little writing project
[Dear Mother,] I’ve started a little writing project that I refer to as “Sketches” for now. I try to record or re-create things I hear and have heard from people at work. C** and N**, for example, are big talkers, … Continue reading
The View from the Middle Ground
[Henry Jarvis Raymond and George Jones founded the New York Times in 1851. The quote by Raymond is from the first edition.] During a time when sensationalist journalism was commonplace in media, The Times vowed to avoid such tactics in … Continue reading
The Proof
The proof that we live in a plutocracy is not that the wealthy get most of the prizes in our society, but that majorities think that is how it should be. (Gary Wills) [Copyright (c) 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All … Continue reading
1987: There’s a certain amount of internecine feuding
[Dear Mother,] There’s a certain amount of internecine feuding going on at my work, nothing directly involving me. Our two computer salespeople, man and woman, do not get along. Her name is D** and he is C**. D** is something … Continue reading
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Decline and Fall? Informed Worry
[Jill Lepore, Harvard professor, has just published “These Truths,” a new history of the United States.] If “These Truths” ends on a note of “Gibbonesque foreboding,” as she put it, she hopes it will take us out of the frenzy … Continue reading
Grace Under Fire
My spirits purveyor hails from Boston and likes to revel in how ancient certain landmarks are in that city compared to the scrubby, nondescript backwater he and I both inhabit now — I natively, he God knows why. Sometimes I … Continue reading →