Wednesday’s Child: Letter from Venice
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.
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.
I met Ghislaine Maxwell in the 1980’s, when she was still working with her father, socialist tycoon and fraudster Robert Maxwell.