Blind, Exhilarating, Stale, Boring Justice

The man at the other end of the table closed his laptop and thrust it into its case. “Colossal waste of time,” he muttered. The rest of us looked up in amusement. We all felt it, too, but there were rules in the Quiet Room. One of them, apparently, was no...

Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang, It Ain’t

I’ll admit to being one of those boys who dreamed of walking out the front door, strapping on a jetpack, and flying loop-the-loops over the neighborhood Or if not a jetpack, then perhaps a flying car, maybe a bubble-topped model like George Jetson’s; or,...

A Buzz Bomb in Peaceful Brookesylvania

In fine spring weather, and in the company of one or more of her human companions, Brooke, the basset hound, will mince daintily across the threshold of the French doors, traverse the wide purple Trex planks of the back porch, toenails clacking, and settle in the...

Those Irritating Fact-y Things and Other Fossils

There’s nothing like the smell of a brand new hardcover, fresh from the printer: the bland acidity of pristine paper; the inky sharpness of the dustjacket; a subtle hint of glue. The hardcover in question this week is Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms, a...

This Bathtub Is No Place for a Child

It’s amazing the things you learn from a newspaper. A couple of weeks ago, in these very pages, I read about a worrisome rise in the abuse of two illegal drugs: bath salts and synthetic marijuana. Synthetic marijuana sounded pretty bad, but I was alarmed —...

A Big-time Whiff by Big Pharma

“Oh dear,” the doctor said, studying the grid of hot itchy bumps on the back of my arm. He singled one out and poked it. “This little fellow, this is tree pollen. But this big guy here is the real culprit. Ragweed.” I’d already told him I...