It’s the season for going straight to the box scores
It was our much-anticipated quarterly lunch with Tim Kurkjian, baseball analyst extraordinaire, at which George Will and I bathe in a constant flow of obscure statistics, Kurkjian oddities, and ribald anecdotes — like the one about the Red Sox beat writer who accidentally walked in on a players’ prayer meeting and was greeted by the burly rightfielder, newly born-again and not yet practiced in the language of Christian fellowship, bellowing "Hey! Can’t you see we’re having f—ing chapel here?" After which, Kurkjian asked us about our daily reading habits. I confessed that during baseball season, I give the front page of the morning paper about 90 seconds before going right to the box scores.
Letters to the Editor
The risks of fossil fuelsI kept thinking the article "U.S. must work to adapt to new energy landscape" (May 20) by Chris Lafakis would address the need to invest in "new energy," such as wind and solar power. However, it’s all about the refining and pricing of oil, including dirty tar-sands oil from Canada.I would have thought that a Moody’s economist, with risk management in his mind-set, would have at least mentioned the risk to our economy, public health, and the environment if we continue to use fossil fuels as our predominant energy source. The Environmental Protection Agency is considering the historic step of declaring the carbon released into the atmosphere as we burn these fossil fuels to be a pollutant. It’s high time it did, and I hope concerned individuals will let the EPA know of their support for this move.
The swelling song of a less divided America
I, too, sing America. So wrote Langston Hughes, the unofficial poet laureate of the Harlem Renaissance. Hughes, whose 65 years spanned the lynch mobs of the early 20th century and the race riots of the mid-1960s, intended a defiant reminder to a nation too often content to include him out, a nation quick to regard him as the eternal Other, separate from and threatening to what they saw as the "real" America, i.e., the white America.
Memory Stream
Caspar Wistar was once one of the premier physicians in Philadelphia. Born in the city in 1761, Wistar was the son of Richard and Sarah Wyatt Wistar, a Quaker family. As a teenager, Wistar assisted the wounded from the Battle of Germantown in 1777, and this experience reportedly inspired him to go into medicine. He studied at the University of Pennsylvania and the University of Edinburgh, Scotland, and received his doctorate in 1786.