While I don’t normally plug specific District hang-outs, I will make an exception for one location: Blues Alley. A small jazz and blues club located in an 18th century red... Read more
Tuesday began just like any other day. Students went to their 8:50 a.m. classes and business at Georgetown seemed to run as usual. Little did we know that in a... Read more
When Patrice Emery Lumumba became Prime Minister of the newly independent Congo in 1960, he refused to sit by as the Congolese gave false homage to their tormentors and torturers... Read more
Efforts to make sense of Tuesday’s tragic events and discussions on how the United States should respond to them provided the focus for a panel held Wednesday evening in Gaston... Read more
A couple of months ago I took the plunge and bought myself a Cobra. The Cobra, for those of you who are culturally deprived, is a top-of-the-line Coleman tent. Purchasing... Read more
I hardly know where to begin. So many of you have been touched by this in one way or another. I found myself yesterday hardly able to put a coherent... Read more
Writing these words on a Greyhound speeding down I-95 toward New York City, I find myself thinking of Dean Moriarty. Having first encountered On the Road in my younger and... Read more
I heard someone yesterday on the radio say that there are moments that divide time into before and after. Today at Georgetown is day two of the after, our second... Read more
I hate “rap.” First, liking “rap” is like being into rock or blues and saying “I like singing.” More importantly, “rap” has taken on a separate meaning, in day-to-day conversation,... Read more
Just over two weeks ago, somewhere in between those amber waves of grain and the purple mountain’s majesty, I sat anxiously in the passenger seat of my father’s FourRunner, eagerly... Read more
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