In conversations with friends and in my writings, I have sometimes expressed opinions that may be fairly characterized as “old school.” Now, let’s take a look at that term and its meaning and connnotations. Old school looks...
My friend Yong Yoon mentioned that there was a man I should meet, and I was willing. We were introduced over lunch at the Bierhof, kitty-corner to the Halla Classic Building where Mr. Yoon and I work. I will begin by saying that the...
Having recently returned from the Middle East, I was no longer a neophyte traveler. Even so, I can say honestly that going to new places far from Texas was thrilling and quite edifying. This four-part trip required a good deal of advance...
You might think that since I graduated from the University of Texas, lived in proximity to its campus for more than three decades and wrote four books about it, I would be among the most gung-ho of Longhorns. Before stating why that is not...
This is being written not long after the 50th anniversary of the death of John F. Kennedy, which caused me to read a 700-page biography, which led to further research. I am not inclined to worship at the shrine of JFK—Camelot?...
Easily my favorite family member is a person to whom I am not related by blood but marriage. My brother’s father-in-law is named George, and he is not even my sister-in-law’s father but her stepfather. George is well-traveled...
Way back in the early 1990s, I had a GF whose middle name was Jean, so that is what I will call her here. She was an intelligent person, with a master’s degree and a high-paying job at IBM. She also had a trust fund and a comfortable...
Everybody liked Terry Cashman’s 1981 song, “Talkin' Baseball (Willie, Mickey and the Duke).” It was a catchy tune, jam-packed with references to some of the game’s greats—including Grover Cleveland Alexander...
Just around the corner from my office building is a very interesting and unique establishment: LBC, which stands for Lecture & Broadcasting for Culture. It is the brainchild of Rim Cheol-Woong, a multifaceted man whom I will try to...
Let's call her Miss B. She and I had enjoyed an all-too-brief romance more than 20 years earlier. Of the many blunders in my life, leaving her probably ranks in the top five. I had come to regret it deeply and thought that visiting her...
I have trained myself to be suspicious about hyperbole. Everywhere we turn, there is a seemingly authoritative person claiming that something or someone is/was the most this, the best that, and so on. A blip was raised on my anti-blather radar...
During a hot summer day in 1975 in Nacogdoches, Texas, I was talking with a neighbor named Jim. He was a woebegone individual who drank too much. His story was a strange mixture of complaint and braggadocio. I listened until I could stand no...
AncoraThemes © 2025. All Rights Reserved
