Mike Huckabee, Pope Francis, and the Rise of Mother Manners

It seems a terrible waste in a man whose name is basically a dirty limerick waiting to be written, but Mike Huckabee frowns on cussing. On an Iowa radio program, after assuring listeners that “In the South, or in the Midwest, there in Iowa, you would not have people who would just throw the F-bomb and use gratuitous profanity in a professional setting,” the former Arkansas governor confided: “In New York, not only do the men do it, but the women do it.”The National Review’s Katherine Timpf, … [Read More...]

Click Here for Altar Girls

One evening about a year after my baptism, my sponsor told me I should become an altar server.Finding a service niche to suit me was turning into a moral Rubik’s Cube for the both of us. I couldn’t sing or play an instrument. The local house of hospitality was, literally, overflowing with volunteers. It would almost have been possible to station one behind each homeless guest, like servants at a Brideshead dinner. I had expressed a desire to do something “sexy,” by which I meant dangerous an … [Read More...]

In A Well-Ordered Society

The campus security guards who stopped me for running without a shirt were very nice about it. When one of them shouted unfamiliar words from their patrol car, I was at the bottom of a long hill and didn’t feel like stopping. I told him, “Yabancı’yım” – “I’m a foreigner”—hoping that the language ba … [Read More...]

Here We Go Again, Folks

Don’t tell anyone I’m writing. I’m supposed to be beavering away on a new curriculum for advanced EFL students. Compared to most of the other jobs I’ve held, it’s more useful, less venal, and engages much more of the gray matter. It’s also deathly tedious. Unless I seize the odd chance to use l … [Read More...]

An American Sniper…from A Critical Distance

Gregory “Pappy” Boyington, Colonel, USMC (ret.) was fond of promising, “Show me a hero, and I’ll prove to you he’s a bum.” He didn’t except himself from this rule. Commanding a Marine Corps fighter squadron in the Pacific, Boyington destroyed 26 Japanese aircraft, a feat that made him an ace five t … [Read More...]

Striking the Tent

Dear Readers:After a long hiatus and a lot of hard thought, I’ve decided to close up shop here at Patheos. With all the loyalty and generosity you’ve shown, you’ve earned an explanation, so here it is:I’m not enough of a Catholic to blog about being a Catholic. At best, my faith is an on-a … [Read More...]

A Lousy Lyre

Oh, hi. Yeah, it’s been a while. I’ve backed off writing for several reasons. The first is strictly practical. Creating three-hour PowerPoint slide shows on the passive voice and modals of possibility takes a lot out of a guy. If you think you’re a tough readership, try addressing people who spe … [Read More...]

My Hero

“If you want to write about Syria,” Tawfik whispered in my ear as we stood on the patio of the English academy where we both taught, “you should write about me. I can tell you lots of interesting things.”His offer put me in an awkward position. On one hand, it’s always seemed to me that reporti … [Read More...]

Give Us This Day Our Daily Ekmek

Turks don’t approve of eating on the street. Or rather, their idea of eating on the street involves sitting down at a café table and placing their orders with a garson -- they take their word for “waiter” directly from the French. The New York version of street eating, where the diner wolfs his foo … [Read More...]

Turkey: Where Stray Cats Strut

Somewhere in the Hagia Sophia, directly under the bombsights of the six-winged angels soaring across the east pendentives, lives a cat. I saw him when I visited this past April Fools’ Day. Unimpressed equally by the mosaics and the Arabic calligraphy spelling out God’s names on roundels, he looked in … [Read More...]

Running in Bursa

It would be nice to report that I begin every morning with a four-mile run, but it wouldn’t be true. Per immemorial custom, I begin it with a cigarette. Then I rifle my pockets for spare lira and stumble downstairs and across the street to the local convenience store for an ekmek, which I consume o … [Read More...]

Looking the Dead in the Face

In December, 1960, a detachment of French Foreign Legion paratroopers killed three FLN rebels thought to be former harkis, or colonial soldiers, who had deserted to the enemy. To help military intelligence identify the dead men, Legionnaires beheaded the corpses -- with a pen knife -- and presented … [Read More...]

Adventures in Acedia

It would begin in April, when the stiff winds first mellowed into a breeze and blue sky first began pushing breaches in the cloud banks. I'd be in class, trying to focus while some tenured mummy droned charmlessly on, when all of a sudden, through the window would slip the essence of springtime. … [Read More...]

Renouncing Woody

I admit I'm going to miss "The Whore of Mensa." And "Match Wits with Inspector Ford." And -- what the hell -- "Lovborg's Women Considered" has some great lines, too:Dorf: Oh, Netta! All is lost! Lost!Netta: For a weak man, perhaps, but not if one has -- courage.Dorf: … [Read More...]


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