Out with the old and in with the…what?

New Year’s cartoons have always confused me a little. On the surface, they seem simple enough: Baby New Year, a plump and eerily precocious infant, confronts Father Time, a skinny old geezer with a sickle. Somewhere in the frame, either in the old guy’s...

You Can’t Keep a Good Book Down

People do all kinds of things in a deer stand. Why not read? I’m not sure how it came to me, but some time before the first day of rifle season, I decided to download Anna Karenina to my iPod and read while I hunted. This was before I understood how much...

The Story of My First Deer

Last week I wrote about the challenges of restraining one’s self in the deer stand; that is, taming the powerful impulse to shoot when shooting isn’t allowed. This week the story is a little different. This morning, December 12th, at 7:44AM, I shot my first deer. As...

In the Deer Stand, the Readiness is All

For lifelong residents of Perry County, the matter is simple: deer season (antlered, rifle) opens; everything else temporarily grinds to a halt. But for my cousins in Washington, D.C., the idea of hunting is mind-boggling, almost as fantastic as the thought of owning...

Virtual Coins with an Age-old Agenda

I’ll never forget my first Ponzi scheme. The year was 1978. I was a pudgy and shy sixth grader — or “A-former,” as sixth graders were called at the St. Albans School for Boys. It was my first year at the school, which made me new meat. Also, I was a...

Olshan’s Top Ten Holiday Gifts

There’s a good chance you’re reading this the day after Thanksgiving, having finally metabolized yesterday’s monstrous meal. I can only hope you see it before you’ve finished drawing up battle plans for today’s holiday shopping. I don’t like anything about “Black...