Long ago, in one of the very few times in my life when my bank account was short (strange how customer accounts are so rarely in excess) my complaint at the teller's counter was referred to the bank president of that old bank downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota.  The odd w...

As I have written about earlier in this blog, in 1980 while serving as a Peace Corps volunteer in Mali, West Africa, I suffered a blow to my rear end during a motorcycle accident.  This wound abscessed, then developed into a fistula-in-anal* which threatened my life....

In 1981 I first saw the disheveled, shambling old man who drugged, robbed, assaulted, and married me by fraud.  He was walking toward me in a hallway at Motorola's semiconductor plant in Phoenix, Arizona, and I saw intent in his drugged eyes.  I immediate walked anothe...

I often read comments online bemoaning the fact that white culture is being "replaced", "stolen", "degraded".  Interestingly in the 20th century the reverse was an often heard complaint of other cultures,  from Native American Indian culture, from Black culture, etc.,...

Just before I graduated with my master's degree from Ohio State University in 1985, I attended a dull and disappointing sociological conference in San Antonio, Texas.  I could not afford to go to many conferences but a girlfriend who was also working on her master's de...

In my senior year of high school I was offered a scholarship to the University of Minnesota, but my parents refused to complete the paperwork.  I remember their indignation, storming around our home, shouting that they would not provide their “private” financial inform...

This misdemeanor is all over the internet, but to make sure this crime of violence goes into the annals of American history, I am posting about it on my website too.  It makes me feel that I have done a little bit to help create a more civil society.

Today Jim Acosta hi...

The rains this year have been mild, warm and soft, so they have not yet washed out the brilliant, turning colors of the deciduous trees here in Illinois.  As I work at my computer I look out to see indescribably beautiful reds, yellows, greens, and browns vivid outside...

To this day I feel visceral fear when I think of the unknown Columbus, Ohio police officer who forced his way into my home when I was a graduate teaching associate at Ohio State University.  I remember was that it was late in the evening in 1994, and I was grading my s...