It was winter, 1971, my last semester as a philosophy major at Bucknell University. Studying Plato, Kant, Sartre and company had been invaluable for its own sake; that it had taught me to think critically and act decisively was a bonus.
This is a pivotal moment in the fight to save wild horses and burros in the West. Science is now firmly on the side of those who want the wild horses managed in the wild, not removed en masse from their homes on the range.
Tuning into the gossip the Divine Miss M spews jubilantly as another Divine Miss M is such fun it hardly matters that five minutes after the romp ends, much of the dirt dished with such five-alarm relish has completely faded in the cool night air.
When Oprah announced this would be the last season of her celebrated talk show, millions of rabid viewers prayed it was just a ploy. And now, it's feeling painfully like her show might actually never end.