I just finished writing a piece on Ukraine that didn’t get it done. So, I thought for a few minutes and two names popped into my head. John McEnroe and the late Joan Rivers. Two people who spoke their minds, no matter the consequences. I remember Johnny Mac at Wimbledon “You cannot be serious” and

I’ve been fascinated with politics since I saw Jack Kennedy’s limousine pull up the back ramp of the Boston Garden Election Eve 1960. By sheer luck, I was given an opportunity to work as an intern in the US Senate in 1963. Later, as a lawyer, I testified a few times before Congressional Committees. I’ve

Yeah, I’m Catholic. Not the best in the world. Maybe not even in the top ten. I may get there though. The snark, ridicule and contempt shown by columnists and online commenters at the New York Times and Washington Post on everything and anything Catholic has been getting my Irish up and is causing me

Respect. Maybe that’s what is missing these days in our country and in the world. Everybody wants respect, but not so many have earned it or are willing to give it to those who have. This subject came up in a conversation with a friend of mine who grew up in Mali, a landlocked country

Want what? The United States of America. Our country. Where we live. The place we call home. It’s not a perpetual motion machine. It doesn’t run itself. It’s a volitional organism. Its not guaranteed to last forever. It came into existence by an act of will. Blood was shed. We almost came undone in the