Don’t shake Nixon’s hand

There is picture of me shaking hands with President Nixon. I’m sixteen and in a skirt so short it should be illegal. He is looking right at the camera, with the frozen smile he made a hundred times that day as a selected slice of the citizenry of Kansas was paraded before him. I’m looking

Duct Tape and Christmas Cards

For years I wrote one of those newsy Christmas letters. I tried to keep mine short and down-to-earth but one year I apparently went too far. In an effort to not be pretentious, somewhere in my narrative I used the word “shit”. “There are a dozen or so words that should not appear in any