An exchange I had with a black bouncer at a Hollywood night club showed the tangle Americans get into when talking about race and ethnicity. A singer-songwriter friend was performing, and my partner Bill and I were on the list...
Read MoreThe pitiful-looking guy who kept talking to himself seemed like he was mentally ill, or an addict. He was facing a charge for second-degree robbery. He was not the only one on trial. Thirty-five of us had been summoned for...
Read MoreThe other day I fell into a random conversation, the way that we Northerners often do, with two fellow commuters on a Los Angeles train. One was a Mexican guy who, like many Mexicans, can’t afford a car, but had a bicycle. The...
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If you’re the youngest sibling in your family then you’ll know all about the box room. The box...
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