In 1989 I was getting my class notebook ready in my dorm room. I had an afternoon Spanish II class I was dreading, but it was a graduation requirement from the University of San Francisco, so I had no choice but to go. (That was true, and my foreign language skills were less than...
I like Old Fashioneds. I like whisky and bourbon. I enjoy congenial conversations with night nurses who are troubled with what they encounter on their way to their cars after work. Pathogens don’t particularly bother me, and I do like guns. Yes, I really like them. I like the inherent symmetry they have and...
The Cadet was home last week. It was nice having her back in Le Château de Lieberman, even if it was only for a brief period of time. Incidentally, what Sandy and I are really looking forward to is Thanksgiving… Carolyn is about to turn 30 and Chaney is about to turn 21… Thanksgiving itself...
“Colonel, thank you for waiting for me.” The LTC glanced up from his book and squinted at me through the dimly lit room. Firelight from the fireplace created shadows across his face and reflected off his round glasses. I could see he was holding a massively annotated Bible on his lap from which he was...
Institutional Malfeasance "If destruction be our lot, we ourselves must be its author and its finisher." These words were spoken by Abraham Lincoln… (for those of you who are currently in public school, the robot guy at Disneyland with the funny beard)… and they ring true today. Over the last week, we have seen the deconstruction of...
Wow. When I am depressed, despondent, and disaffected, I reach for a glass of Lagavulin and my annotated copy of Judge Benitez’s decision in Duncan v Bonta (Becerra). His turn of phrase and invectives at the State make me smile. His full-throated protection of the Second Amendment and the Constitution warms my darkened heart. Last Thursday...
In the fourth grade I was introduced to a hero. My teacher had set up a scheduled “field trip” across the elementary school quad to the library. As is the case with most elementary school libraries, the limited shelves were populated with books geared towards younger readers. We were told (perhaps ordered is a...
Law school is a wholly loathsome experience. It is frustratingly slow, and in many ways it does not need to be. During the second semester of my second year, I had a sudden realization that there was a “scam” element to this whole enterprise. The actual material needed for comprehension and understanding to be...
An Old Fashioned has a certain symmetry to it, no? The twist of the orange peel and the overly large single ice cube are solid accents to the amber poison in the glass, decorated salve for the stupid that swirls around us. I stared at my glass sweating into the cocktail napkin on the bar at...
Another week, another murderous rampage. This has become pathetic, and our response to it has become equally pathetic. While Sandy, Kavon, and I were in Wisconsin this last week, part of the flotsam and jetsam of human waste decided to seek notoriety by killing a bunch of children. Naturally, there was an immediate and visceral reaction...
