A View from My Seventies

My I Love America Morning!

My I LOVE AMERICA* Morning: This Saturday (October 18th) I’m going to join the No-Kings Protest here in Santa Cruz. Walk one mile through town… Be one more American sending Trump a message that he has got to give up…
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The Inspiring Jane

I can’t imagine there is even a handful of women of a certain age on this planet who, this morning, don’t feel diminished by the loss of their sister, Jane Goodall. Ach! When I was of traveling ability I so…
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A Happy Accident

We’ve been overwhelmed, Bill and I, deluged with family visiting (marvelous)…added to the usual stippling of doctor’s appointments…then of course the cleaning ladies weren’t able to come so in the kitchen my pick-it-up-use-it-then-set-it-down-in-the-wrong-place created impossible chaos. Last night my darling…
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Crazy to Sing!

Early in the tenth grade at University High School, one day at lunch in the patio, a cluster of us from Emerson Junior High were spooning up our yogurt when someone said, “You know, we should also form a Tri-Y.”…
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A Cinematographer to Keep an Eye on

We are over the moon exultant at the news of cinematographer Christopher Ripley’s achievement in the Venice Film Festival. Chris is boon companion of our granddaughter, James Francis Whelan IV. Last year, young Chris spent months in the Kalahari Desert–pure…
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My Nights with Harry Bosch

Husband Bill—Professor Emeritus of Eighteenth Century English Literature, American Literature, and Film Studies—loves detective stories. The author of What is Film Noir?* is a particular devotee of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler—Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe transcribe wonderfully to the…
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