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Summer's here: Everybody in the pool School is winding down and small children are staring out the windows at freedom and counting the days until the heavy hand of grammar and spelling will be lifted from their backs. My sandy-haired daughter dove into the pool on Memorial Day and has been amphibious ever since. She loves swimming and has to be extracted after four or five hours, before she turns prunish, and since the pool is a public pool, not our own -- sensible people in Minnesota don't own swimming pools, any more than people in Tucson build backyard hockey rinks -- this requires an adult to spend those hours sitting under an umbrella, reading a book and trying not to look at a clock. Candidates who are better than we deserve Three years ago I was in an airport in Texas on my way to Nevada after attending the college graduation of an adored small person in my life when I encountered and had a conversation with Karl Rove, the one time Nevadan and architect of vitriolic, meanspirited politics. Letters to the Editor |
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