Just about a year ago, twenty-five years after graduating from a lovably unattractive school we inelegantly referred to as SUNY-B, my buddy Ron Klempner and I stood in the lobby of a faded hotel in Greensboro, North Carolina, waiting like groupies for a college basketball team to pass through.

Decades...

Published April 8, 2010 by the New York Times

The 2010 Pulitzer Prizes were announced on Monday. Following are the winners in journalism.

National Reporting: Kelly Pickler, Taylor Hicks, David Archuleta and Sanjaya Malakar

For a series of articles in The Wall Street Journal detailing abuses in the distribution of...

"In my dreams, Roma will always throw me an apple, but I now know it is only a dream." Holocaust fabulist Herman Rosenblatt, on his debunked memoir, "Angel at the Fence."

"I am chagrined and astonished that my mind could play such a trick on me." Best-selling Christian author Neale...

Act 1, Scene 1. A polling place.

First Witch:
When shall we three meet again,

Second Witch:
In Florida, Texas, or in Maine?
When the hurly-burly's done,
When the 'lection's lost and won.

Third Witch:
That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch:

In an unexpected blow to his presidential aspirations, Senator John McCain injured four of his fingers, two on each hand, after repeatedly making the international sign for quotation marks at a stop in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Campaign officials immediately suspended all operations until a new and safer method of expressing smarmy...

Each election cycle, it's always exciting to guess how the right wing is going to dress liberals up for the big spooky day. In the past, they've gone as paroled murderers coming for your family, big government coming for your wallet, cross-dressers coming to teach your children, and killjoys coming...

Remember the war in Iraq?

Sadly, I didn't think so. Between all the truly grave dangers facing our country -- the economic crisis, the election, Sarah Palin's wardrobe malfunction -- it's easy to see how a thing like a war, with real people dying, could get, well, misplaced.

But you...

Winter, '11

I went next door to my neighbor's house to borrow a cup of sugar and she told me to drop dead.

My fault, really. Three years later and I still forget. It seems like forever and a day ago that we were still part of Real America, or...