If the truth is told, I pay scant attention to baseball these days. Even during my final three decades in the USA, I got interested only when the playoffs began. That rose—somewhat—through the World Series as I watched and read about the games...
Taxi rides were a rarity for me when I lived in the USA. There was seldom a need, as I had a car. It now seems incredible to think that I almost never took a taxi in those five-plus decades. Life is different in Korea, my home for the past 13...
Growing up in Dallas, Texas, I watched as much television as any other kid. That is to say, I watched too much. There had to be better ways to spend my time and energy than parking myself in front of the tube. A truncated list of the ABC, NBC and...
I had bought a bus ticket down to Daejeon (to be followed by another to Daedunsan) in February but was unable to use it because a Korea Times writing project took precedence. What’s a one-month delay? Now, in the first weekend of spring I made it...
During the Joseon era, young people demonstrated filial piety by living at their parents’ grave sites for three years and then maintaining them in perpetuity. Cremation in that neo-Confucian society was strictly forbidden—except for the lowest...
Paul Lundgren is fondly remembered from our shared enthusiasm for running 5K’s and 10K’s in central Texas 30 years ago. An alumnus of Texas Lutheran and UT, he directed the Elgin Western Days 5,555-meter race every August; you could count on it...
If John Gray’s Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus was the worst book I never read, Dallas was the worst television show I never saw. I studiously ignored all of its 357 episodes between April 2, 1978 and May 3, 1991, its Knots Landing...
This photo was taken in a Christian church in Pyongyang in the first decade of the 20th century. We do not know the name of the church, nor that of the pastor, who stands at the front with his right hand lifted. Boys and men are to our left, and...
I have already skewered Sigmund Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis. With the help of some other critics, I demonstrated the sheer wrong-headedness of his major theories. Freud, you may know, was very big on dreams—their meaning, their symbols...
I wish I could remember where I was and what I was doing on January 15, 2001. I know I was living in Austin, Texas and working as a proofreader at McElroy Translation Company. I was also in the middle of writing Home Field / An Illustrated...
It was February 1994, almost 27 years ago. I was on a memorable three-part trip to the Far East, gathering information for Coming to Texas / International Students at the University of Texas. I had already met with Dr. Kim Soo-gon in Jeonju...
The recent death of Floyd Little—an all-America running back at Syracuse and then a star for nine years with the Denver Broncos—has sparked a series of obituaries and retrospectives. Number 44 deserves it because he really could play. Versatile...
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