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The last time I fired a gun was during the summer of 1969. It was a rifle: an M1, the kind that was…
Howard Lisnoff
It took me forty years and two months to get to Woodstock. The power of the place is undeniable all of these…
Lingering for a few moments on the ground floor of the state office building in Springfield, Massachusetts, it is easy to see…
All of the experiences with a military mental health clinic came cascading back to me when I read the news that Sergeant…
All that is missing is the tumbleweed. After a year’s absence, I took a walk through what was billed as "A Shopper’s…
The essays with a religious bent began in the North during this academic year. Two community college students whom I worked with…
It seems difficult to believe and comprehend that the twentieth anniversary of the death of Abbie Hoffman will arrive in just a…
Looking east from the top stories of the Palm Beach County Courthouse, the sea is singular and impressive, filling the entire horizon…
Four years before I was brought to Fort Dix, New Jersey, shackled on a civilian bus that was filled with soldiers who…