Curations from the Human Jungle
One of the transcendent words of my generation is “cool.” “Hot” has morphed from jazz to women. “Groovy” has gone the way of flower power. “Boss” and “gear” came and went with the British Invasion, but “cool” has endured. I was many things in high school, but cool was not among them. Mason Watson, on... Continue Reading →
After surviving the trauma of the tie, the rest of Moses Brown was smooth sailing. That is, of course, both a cliche and an exaggeration, but not by much. There was some social stratification. One of the conditions of my scholarship was that I was expected to perform some light work. Over the years this... Continue Reading →
[I never ran track. I never took one of his classes, and yet I felt very close to this guy. Times were turbulent when I left high school (1966) and yet the one thing that students at Moses Brown School could agree was the Doc Odell was the coolest member of the faculty. He spoke... Continue Reading →
[Part II of a Quaker Jew Screwing Around in G for the Honor of the Truth, chapter 4 of my unpublished autobiography Extra-Ordinary. SB SM] Screwin’ Around in G One of the transcendent words of my generation is “cool.” “Hot” has morphed from jazz to women. “Groovy” has gone the way of flower power. “Boss”... Continue Reading →
[We're celebrating the imminent arrival of winter this week in The Jungle. This is Matt Glendinning, head of school at Moses Brown, where I went to school many moons ago. He made this in 2015. It captures perfectly the serendipity of a snow day, especially if you have a test scheduled. I'm surprised it hasn't... Continue Reading →