I promised to serialize parts or all of the last chapter of the sequel to The Reign of Love. This chapter deals with the ethics of war. The photograph was taken about two weeks ago in Billings Park, Superior, Wisconsin, a half mile from where I lived as a child.
My son Nikolai, the grownup one, reports from Venice, where he lives on one of the islands, describing a visit to an exhibition at the Procuratie Vecchie in Piazza San Marco.
This is a revised and amplified version of some old writings that go back ultimately to a talk I gave at our second Second Summer School. On a personal note, I first read Tarkington, so I recall, at the age of eleven or twelve
I’m often asked if I ever feel nostalgic about the old country, and the answer is that I do when some outlandish saying crosses my mind.
An easy lesson with only the word Πᾶς to memorize.
A while back I wrote that I would really believe in Donald Trump when I saw the Arlington reconciliation monument go back up. Almost hard to believe, it looks like it’s happening.
Not long after the conclusion of Operation Desert Storm, I engaged in a training mission that placed me onboard a US Navy ship as an Army Special Forces (SF) liaison to the US Marines. SF teams were inserted into an area of operation ahead of a Marine landing force where they engaged in reconnaissance.
