According to my father (Yes, we’re back to him again.), though he never put it in so many words, there were three touchstones of greatness to which he and I could lay immediate claim. Those touchstones were, in no particular order, being of irish descent, being Roman Catholic and being from Carmel, California. Through various […]
My table manners. That, she told me later, was the thing about me that had caught her eye. Sitting alone in the dining hall at the College of Charleston, I’d put my napkin in my lap and kept my elbows off the table. One of the few times in my young life that being a […]
I’m a thief. Not what I’d call a serious thief, but I have taken things that didn’t belong to me and there’s little doubt that I’ll steal again. My claim to the moral high ground is forfeit. I rationalize that nobody misses anything that I take from them, so no harm is done. Morning papers […]
