Fables of the Deconstruction

That joke isn’t funny anymore

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Will. Isn’t he great? Don’t you just love seeing seasoned semi-professionals at these open-mic events?

Summary of My Discontent

My war with the squirrels

When I heard my wife call out, “Wow, your German Johnson grew three inches overnight,” it took me a couple of seconds to process the news.

In Visible Ink

The mayor’s minimum

While attending the U.S.

Stop Calling Me Surly

Therapeutic music

Mandolin virtuoso Chris Thile’s earliest musical memory is listening to “The Girl from Ipanema” in a diaper.

Fables of the Deconstruction

California dreaming

A couple weeks ago, I told you about a video I had seen at a year-end gathering of the Media Club at Bloom Elementary.

Keeping Up with the Jones

Black professors respond to speech

Dear Readers: This month’s column is based on an open letter sent to President Barack Obama by six African-American professors (including myself) immediately following Obama’s commen

Summary of My Discontent

Earth Traveler: Louisville

For the adventure traveler, the city of Louisville is an exciting cultural destination, teeming with exotic possibilities.

Stop Calling Me Surly

Why I divorced Cordish

I don’t like dress codes, discrimination, greedy profiteers or nontransparent public-private partnerships.

Fables of the Deconstruction

Care of Cell 44/Like a Monkey in a Zoo

Mail delivery is a big deal around here. It’s about the only thing we have to look forward to. I’m pretty lucky in that regard. I get a lot of mail.

Summary of My Discontent

Guilt by association

My great-grandfather, Johann Gerhard Welp, was a German immigrant and a busy man. He was born in 1857 in Lengerich, Westphalia, Germany, which at that time was the kingdom of Prussia.