On Boredom

The only time I ever consistently got in trouble in grade school (or really, any school other than Broadway) was for talking loudly about how bored I was. In first grade at St. Paul’s Elementary School, I would quip about…

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Uncertainty

These, it has been said, are uncertain times. Imagine that you are on a train. As long as you are on this train, you will be fed money at an almost alarming rate. You will be reassured. You will have…

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Pluck o’ the Irish

Every summer, a teeming horde of young Irish men and women descend on San Francisco for a taste of life in the big American city. Youthful, exuberant, and almost sweet enough to convince one that there really is such a…

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