Anecdotal Evidence

Fifty-one years ago I was working as a clerk in Kay’s Books in downtown Cleveland, perhaps the best job I ever had though my six-day-a-week ...

Because of something I wrote, an old friend tells me he is reading at last, in his seventies, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), Robert Burto...

Dr. Johnson in The Adventurer on August 28, 1753 : “. . . I shall, therefore, venture to inculcate to my ingenious contemporaries, the ne...

Weeds I can’t name crowd the front garden, adding to the lushness of our greenery. In Houston, if you’re not picky, gardens grow themselves,...

Here’s a book I haven’t read in some sixty years: Antony van Leeuwenhoek and His ‘Little Animals’ by Clifford Dobell, published in 1932 by H...

Like the rest of us, poets often favor certain times of the year. They return to a season or month they find thematically or emotionally ric...

I think we both sensed it might be our final conversation. We talked about the Cleveland we knew as kids – the main library downtown on Supe...