Mending Our Welcome Mat

Mending Our Welcome Mat

My great grandmother Rose was just 10 when she traveled to the United States with her family. They fled from Poland to England, took a boat to Canada, and crossed the border. The trip was long, but not nearly as treacherous as the journey many refugees are taking...
One Nation, Without a Clue

One Nation, Without a Clue

There was a time when we had a Greatest Generation. That would be my parents’ generation. If you’re a mere stripling of 40 or 50 or so, it probably was your grandparents’ generation. You know the rap: They survived the Great Depression, won World War...
Pumping Gas Prices for All They’re Worth

Pumping Gas Prices for All They’re Worth

Oh my God. Gasoline is headed for five bucks a gallon. I read it in the newspaper, so I know it’s true. The national average is already creeping up on $4, and it’s bound to climb higher as the summer surge in travel approaches. FIVE DOLLARS A GALLON! Oh...
A Zero on the Home Front’s Richter Scale

A Zero on the Home Front’s Richter Scale

Among the strange things that happened last year — and there were many — perhaps the strangest was the end of the Iraq War. Did you notice it? I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. It hardly even registered on the home front’s Richter...