Chicago, August, 1968
(My daughter, who was not quite four years old at the time, asked me recently to talk about the 1968 Chicago convention for her children who are living thru this […]
Author Archives: Tom DeVries
Storm
It wasn’t exactly sunny yesterday afternoon when I went for a walk. But it was a nice break in the misty rain on a day when I’d been mostly at […]
Boys’ Club
It’s like a junior high school dance. Bunch of guys scuffing around, hanging at the edges, no girls. In the case here on the mountain, it’s a group of five male […]
The First Years
At it’s best, it looked like this with me as Ralphie. I wanted the BB gun too, but also my school, the coal furnace, the front yard, clothes… my childhood […]
Leak This
What we Democrats lack is thugs. We’ve got everything else we need. There are plenty of us and the technology is fine. Money? No problem. Issues? Don’t even start. On […]
Ah, California
Every year I’ve been here in the mountain bunker there is a time in February that loudly announces the End of Winter. A week or more of balmy nights, days […]
The CIA and Me
When my daughter Lauren was born we lived in Philadelphia and nine of our best friends were secretly working for the CIA. It was different then, in the early 60s: things […]
