And While We Are on the Subject of Chris Rock

Perhaps not as lofty as Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, but I’m convinced meaning lies within. In my dream, I was at my Aunt Mary’s house (my real great aunt). But Aunt Mary’s house wasn’t Aunt Mary’s house. Her real house is an old two-story with lots of dark wood and antique fixtures. The dream house…

I made it through Germany on a ‘danke’ and a shrug. And that shrug was both acceptance and indifference. As a language of little interest to me, I made no effort to learn much German before I left, despite the fact that we would spend most of our days there, so I had to accept the…