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Who would have thought that being Commissioner of Agriculture would call for the level of pugnacity on display here?: (Hat tip to Inside Catholic–I haven’t been watching tv for a while so I hadn’t seen this commercial). And do you think Alabama really needs a guy named….?
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Sunday Night Journal — May 16, 2010 I sat down this afternoon to resume work on the next installment of the memoir, and had written a few paragraphs when my wife offered me some lunch, which of course I accepted. Then we decided to eat in front of the television, something we haven’t done very…
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My wife recently took the job of archivist for the Archdiocese of Mobile. In that capacity she's been helping some people do research for a book about the history of Portier House, a building which was the residence of the first bishop of Mobile in the early 19th century. She found, at the Library of…
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This is my brother John, Uncle John to our children and also to my wife and me, to distinguish him from son John. Uncle John likes animals, a lot. The critter on his head is a baby possum he rescued. The mother possum was hit by a car, I guess while carrying all her babies,…
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Here's an interesting piece at First Things by Micah Mattix comparing Flannery O'Connor and Walker Percy, and concluding that O'Connor is the better fiction writer. I agree with many of the specific observations made by the author, but I have two objections: One: O'Connor and Percy are so different, and they're attempting such different things,…
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I’m not sure how well this is going to work, but let’s give it a try. I discovered a week or two ago that Google Maps Street View now includes Greenbrier (when I looked a year or so ago it didn’t). The image below is the view from heart of downtown Greenbrier: the center (more…
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All over the world, women are saying "For instance, my husband" when they see this headline.
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I’m posting this account of something that happened some years ago just because I happened to think of it. A little girl of seven or eight, who didn’t speak with perfect grammar, was telling the knock-knock joke that goes like this, with her doing the knock-knock part: Knock knock—Who’s there? Banana —Banana who? Knock knock…
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And…and…it was like 500 feet tall…and it had glowing red eyes…and they kept blinking and blinking….
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I was unexpectedly called to Washington to meet with the president. That’s actually true, and I’ve been dying to say it, though putting it that way fails to take the full context into account, as I’ll explain. Remember that when you’re reading, for instance, a news story about the Pope in which the writer clearly…
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