Archive For January 21, 2018
You will perhaps not be completely shocked to learn the old man could use more money. So, looking to cut back where he can. The New Yorker doubled the cost of a subscription and he was already about fourteen months behind. Thing came every week, thick and good. Often impenetrable on an empty stomach. Rather…
Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm. – Blaise Pascal Sometimes he felt a little like Forrest Gump. Been some places. Seen some things. Done some stuff. Learned a few things ‘long the way. Had a friend. He’s gone…
He was sincere. I was sincere. Now that I think about it, Emmy did look a lot like Bernie Sanders. But also Einstein. From February 7, 1990. – JDW What was the point of last week’s column, the one about Ahmad Masoumpanah’s childhood? https://www.jackdogwelch.com/?p=14895 I am glad you asked. Call it…. deep background. “Emmy,” as he’s…
Wallace Shawn has always spoken to me. We were, after all, so much alike. Even when I didn’t understand, he seemed to make sense. Often sad. Always true. – JDW Troy Jollimore | Zyzzyva | Winter 2017 https://longreads.com/2018/01/17/wallace-shawns-late-night/ More than a decade ago, in the aftermath of the release of the Abu Ghraib photographs, the playwright and actor…
This lady impressed me. I visited her at her home a couple years later. Gracious hostess. From September 27, 1989. – JDW I have a confession to make. I don’t read British mysteries written by women. If you must, I guess you could call me an Anglophobe and a bit of a literary misogynist. I…
Must confess, I was uncomfortable. You can see it on my face. She had a thing for guys who were long, lean and white. There was Joe DiMaggio. There was Arthur Miller. And then there was me. She told me all about the Kennedys but, sorry, sworn to secrecy. Besides, I’m the only one she…
The local Democrat firebrand invited me to march in the Dr. MLK Day parade. It’ll be cold, there’ll be noise and clamor. Didn’t go. What is freedom all about if it’s not about staying home when you don’t want to leave the house? Here’s a column I wrote, pretending to be a theater critic….
A classic postcard from The Sunshine State. Like many a banana republic, Florida is a great place to visit. This from March 29, 1989. – JDW The Crow’s Nest. 3 p.m. Friday. Winter gone. I’m sitting on the deck overlooking Marker 3 on the Intracoastal Waterway. It’s 83 degrees and I’m slathering Fred Meyer Hawaiian…
I am in the mood to write but I don’t really want to write, if you know what I mean. The young redhead raced away to the bathroom. !!!AN EMERGENCY!!! And she is already pulling down her pants. The old man sees this and hollers after her, I can see your tramp stamp. You can?…
When I was younger, I was the kind of American who would brave a cold wet winter night to hear an expert talk about our Constitution and our civil liberties. Good times. Still have the autographed copy of this freedom fighter’s book. From March 7, 1990. – JDW To announce that there must be no…