Aug 082019

Evanston RoundTable, Aug. 8, 2019 A 2013 exhibit at the Field Museum about the ancient paintings at Lascaux devoted a wing to recreating part of the original caves. Greeting museum visitors as they entered were two full-size fiberglass models of Neolithic people, a man and a woman, dressed in their finest animal furs and jewelry. There they stood, peering out […click to read more…]

Jul 252019

Evanston RoundTable, July 25, 2019 Tuesday nights my grandson Ben sleeps over. He is 10, a rising fifth grader (as they say) in the Chicago Public Schools, and therefore capable of profound observations. Last night as we were getting ready for bed he told me that sleep is the time when you “bypass time,” when an hour goes by like […click to read more…]

Jul 122019

Evanston RoundTable, July 11, 2019 I love you!  Just three little words, eight letters in all. And yet they make up the most powerful and perilous sentence in the English language. Powerful because it is the ultimate spoken expression of romantic desire, the great aim and glory of serious relationships, the Big Bang of love and passion. Perilous because it […click to read more…]

Jun 132019

Evanston RoundTable, June 13, 2019 Taking the dog for a walk along the lake. What could be more mundane, what could be more magical? The mundane comes with the calendar: a late May day, unremarkable except for a cool, light breeze and a warming sun, one of the first after our extended dreary spring. The magic comes with a fresh […click to read more…]

May 042019

Evanston RoundTable, May 2, 2019 While T.S. Eliot’s assertion that “April is the cruelest month” might be true in the Chicago area, May is quite another story, the genuine advent of Midwestern spring. April’s intermittent snowstorms and blustery weather are sandwiched between some sunny days, which gives the month its deserved reputation as a tease, a false positive, a trailer […click to read more…]

Apr 042019

Evanston RoundTable, April 4, 2019 Reflecting on it later, he decided it was wonderful happenstance, “pocketing the key of knowledge” in that way. It had happened, as many wonderful things do, on a visit to the Evanston Public Library, where he had gone to find a Tolstoy CD to play in his car. He loved the building, that beautiful red-brick […click to read more…]