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In college I didn’t give a hoot about exercise.
Hardly anybody in my social stratum did in the late 1960s. And so I arrived at Navy Officer Candidate School in Newport, Rhode Island, as a cigarette-bumming, beer-chugging kid with the muscle tone of a dish rag. (more…)
I’ve been watching a good bit of Ken Burns’ Vietnam series on PBS.
It brings back a clutch of personal memories of that era and drives home the ubiquitous horror of war in general and the particular atrocities in that one, both on the battlefield and in the highest offices of the American government. (more…)