On election morning, I opened the front section of the New York
Times and immediately got a bad feeling. Positioned prominently on
page A3 was an eye-catching and ominous ad.
The late John Rawls was, by all accounts, a remarkably modest and
generous person, much beloved by his friends and students, and
profoundly uninterested in the kinds of fame and celebrity perks
Dolores Huerta flouts the smug conventional wisdom that the 1960s are
behind us. She won't settle down and become an anachronism.
The financial scandals continue to produce more outrageous revelations,
but lately they come with lurid personal details more appropriate to
bottom-dwelling tabloids than the Wall Street Jou
Tony Hall, just before leaving Congress in September, sat in his office
in Longworth House Office Building and thought of something that had
stuck with him since a trip to Appalachia.
What a lousy Christmas present.