I have not watched TV since sometime in the 1990s. Well, I own a television set, which I use to watch DVDs, and sometimes I watch TV shows on DVD (Ellery Queen, Nero Wolfe, Firefly… that may be it). I … Continue reading
When I applied to Stuyvesant High School, as far as I can remember, it was all boys. The test was for all three New York City high schools that specialized in math and science (Stuyvesant, Bronx Science, and Brooklyn Tech). … Continue reading
This story started here. “I blew it,” my employer said as we sat on Professor Lebrun’s front porch and watched the sun come up. “I should have been able to stop Barbara and Rhonda getting shot.” “Do you know … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer and I described the “gathering of the suspects” (though not using that phrase, of course), and the aftermath. She did not emphasize that I had possibly saved her life — her crediting me … Continue reading
I liked this, from the New Yorker: “Clues that You Are the Unorthodox Detective in a Murder Mystery“ These caught my attention in particular: “Your sidekick, if you have one, is a lovable doofus.” Okay, Archie Goodwin was not a … Continue reading
Sometimes it takes artists a while to figure out what type of artists they are. Henry James would periodically attempt to be a playwright, but he had to settle for being a great novelist. George Bernard Shaw wanted to be … Continue reading