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An editor speaks of illustrators Rod McKie has touched off a discussion of publishers who republish classic texts with illustrations that ...

I didn't know he was alive, but now I'm sorry he's dead.

Looking back

It's not just the newspaper industry This morning, NPR had a good feature on this song . Here's the song itself, for all the real ...

I leave you guys alone for two years ... I swear, I can't turn my back on these people for a minute. When I left Lee Enterprises back in...

You never quite get over your first glove Sherwood Harrington unleashes some memories , including the fellow whose name was on my first base...

The quiet realization of prolonged expectation from "Two Years Before the Mast," Richard Henry Dana (1840) The captain went up t...

Who cares what you thought, Gloria? From the Boston Globe: Gloria (Deagle) Doherty of Newton, a bank teller who survived Boston's Cocoan...

'Grover the Good' This memoir is taken from "Random Reminiscences of an Old Political Reporter" (1911) by William C. Hudso...

Hadn't heard from Chris Clarke in quite a while. Worth the wait.

Two must-visits One serious, one hardly so The most vocal of my visitors, I suspect, visit both of these blogs regularly as well, but even t...

I'm Mike Peterson, and I approved this video It's getting hard to defend "the mainstream media" against the Mensa types wh...

A quiet spot on the south shore Here's a look at the new digs -- a quick 360 degree pan on the day I began to move in. This is just unde...

So long to the Pine Tree State This morning I am no longer editor of the Franklin Journal and am a little less bound to play my cards close ...

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So long, Butc h I was on the cusp of 20 when “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” came out, and I immediately watched it twice more in the ...

Great! Just what I needed ... One more bookmark to click on every morning! (Click on the image for a readable size)

A Moment of Compassion NYTimes Columnist Judith Warner ponders the unenviable position of Sarah Palin in a column so well-reasoned and well...

My heart soars like a hawk I remember one day in, perhaps, 1979, when my boys were about 6 and 3, and the six-year-old had had enough of the...

Excellent analysis