JOURNAL OF A PLAGUE YEAR # 23

Text of an email i sent to a friend. His name has been deleted. G: I would describe myself as “cautiously pessimistic” about the country’s future, short-term and long-term. Pessimism comes almost naturally to me, mostly because I’ve seen too...

JOURNAL OF A PLAGUE YEAR # 22

About 25 years ago, I started to study Stoicism, the philosophy founded in Athens  in the 3d century B.C. by the Greek thinker, Zeno of Citium, developed by his pupils, Cleanthes and Chrysippus, and carried on during the first and second centuries A.D. by Romans like...

JOURNAL OF A PLAGUE YEAR # 19

We here in Connecticut are learning to live with Covid19. While the virus is not our friend, we seem to have reached some sort of rapprochement with it. Most the state’s citizens wear masks in public places and observe social distancing mandates, without feeling...

JOURNAL OF A PLAGUE YEAR #16

I recently received an email from someone who had read “The Longest Road”, the book I published several years ago describing an overland voyage Leslie and I made from Key West, Florida, to Deadhorse, Alaska, on the Arctic Ocean. The purpose of that...

JOURNAL OF A PLAGUE YEAR #15

The family vacation and the road trip — two American institutions — are attended by a certain tension during this year of pandemic. Will the people at the next gas station or convenience store, in the next town or state, be wearing masks and practicing...

JOURNAL OF A PLAGUE YEAR #14

A post office delivery driver rang the doorbell at a little past nine this morning. In her hands was a cardboard box with the return address for the Edwin Bennett Funeral Home in Scarsdale, N.Y. and a sticker that read, in small type, United States Postal Service, and...