Sketches from a Hunter’s Album

The Great Hunt of 2012, as I’ve been calling it in emails to puzzled and somewhat disappointed friends, apparently involved me in not one, but two primal activities: hunting, yes, of course; followed by obsessive story-telling about the hunt. Last week’s...

The Forty-five Year-Old (Hunting) Virgin

The fact that this year’s deer hunt was my first ever came as a kind of shock to my neighbors on St. Peters Church Road. “Your first time?” they said, with a mixture of wonder, and perhaps even a little embarrassment on my behalf....

10,000 Hours of Musical Bliss

The Olshans are now in the sixth year of a running experiment: is it possible to take a child with a tin ear and turn her into a concert cellist? I can already hear the objections welling up from the grandparents. “A tin ear? How dare you say that about our...

Navigating the Interstate in Your Jammies

Road rage is deadly serious, but that doesn’t mean it can’t bring a smile to your face. Take, for example, the story a friend of mine likes to tell about the day he won the lottery. It wasn’t a huge win, not a life-changing one, anyway —...

Today’s Groupon: Write Your Own Sonnet

I’m a sucker for a hand-made gift. One of the happiest moments of my life was when my daughter gave me a very realistic three-foot shark with a laser attached to its head that she’d made out of gray and white duct tape. This was the culmination of an...

Rage! Blow! You Cataracts and Hurricanes

In the past week, the nation has suffered two great paroxysms: a once-in-a-generation “superstorm,” and a presidential election. History will be the judge of which of these storms was the more expensive and destructive, but from this citizen’s...