Res Gestae

Yesterday Don’t Matter If It’s Gone Forty-eight years ago, on April Fools Day, I was a stripling, just 11 years of age. That day was ...

Lessons from the US Primaries When I was growing up in America as a college student in the 1970s, I was struck by the idealism that see...

Caught Between Elitism And Vulgarity  On a recent flight from Goa to Delhi , I was seated across the aisle from three loutish young m...

Springtime in Chicago It was unseasonably cold in Chicago for the middle of May. But then I remembered snow and an ice storm in th...