David Bouchier

A Warm Welcome

Nov 17, 2014

Hospitality – what a wonderful warm, evocative word that is. One of the most basic obligations of a civilized society is to provide hospitality to strangers. The only problem is that most of those who arrive at this time of year are not strangers. In spite of the growth of the hotel industry many folks still feel obliged to provide free accommodation for their nearest and dearest, ignoring local ordinances about overcrowding, as well as violating the Constitutional protection against cruel and unusual punishment.

The Way We Were

Nov 10, 2014

This is the season of reunions and homecomings. Families come together for Thanksgiving and The Holidays, and for those who don't have a family, or don't like the one they have, there are many other ways of revisiting the past and renewing old ties.

The Way We Were

Nov 10, 2014

This is the season of reunions and homecomings.  Families come together for Thanksgiving and The Holidays, and for those who don’t have a family, or don’t like the one they have, there are many other ways of revisiting the past and renewing old ties.

It is always a waste of time to suggest that: "Everybody should see this" or "Everybody should read that," because "Everybody" pays absolutely no attention. But I'll make an exception in this case. In an election season, everybody should read or re-read George Orwell's essay "Politics and the English Language." It doesn’t take long, perhaps ten minutes to absorb the whole thing, and it works like a kind of linguistic flu shot. Next time a toxic cloud of political rhetoric comes your way you will find to your surprise and relief that you are completely immune.

Yesterday our quiet neighborhood was enlivened by the appearance of hundreds of runners, taking part in a ten kilometer run to raise money for charity. I was able to watch the scene with great benevolence and without nostalgia because my running days are long past.

I caught running in 1977 during a year I spent at the University of California in Santa Cruz. It was drifting in the warm air like a virus, and my resistance was low. After many happy decades of avoiding all forms of artificial exercise I started to run, or at least to jog.

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