Mike Fink
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I was born in the month of Sagittarius: I am a centaur, half horse, half archer, aiming high.  I get the horse half from my mom, Betty C. Fink: she loved to draw and sculpt equine … more
Our collective human problem is not how to save the planet for us ... but rather from us!  We must back off from “civilizing” the poor troubled planet, and leave some space to … more
They were my Yale classmates and roommates long, long ago.  I took the train to New Haven for a trio reunion/rendezvous on a fine fall day, with egrets on the blue water under the azure … more
Almost like the other new year on the secular calendar, we look backward as well as forward in the “What I did this summer” back-to-school essay assignment.  We drove … more
I’d been planning my pilgrimage to the place where patriotism was born and bred: the bleak, black isle of Sint Eustatius.     “Don’t go there, there’s nowhere to swim, nothing to see, nothing to do,” advised a pair of sophisticated travelers I sometimes see at the pool at the local Marriott.   “Cruise ships avoid it altogether,” they claimed.   more
That old coastal postal road along the way to the Towers in Narragansett: it sums up the history of South County, as it is commonly called in the towns with their wee shopping centers.   Once in a while during antique auto shows, I spot a very early motorized fire engine, an elegant miniature marvel! Or a fine roadster proudly maintained by its current chauffeur, who drives the sporty masterpiece of yore.   more
I drove down Broad Street to the entrance to the Roger Williams Park Zoo to meet up with zookeeper Jeremy Goodman, and to discuss Torah with him, before Shabbat and on the brink of Pesach. … more
Jacob Lawrence painted and illustrated the great migration of the African-American population, from south of the Mason-Dixon line northward and eastward, in a noted series currently on … more
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends.” – Shakespeare.   I had been trying for years to cross paths with the “divine .”  Well, destiny recently brought me pretty close to that dream.   I had a cup of coffee with her great-niece at a Swedish café in Providence.  more
It ain’t easy being a liberal arts teacher at a design school. What you try to convey is an introduction to cultural concerns, or perhaps an invitation to use critical and appreciative … more
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