We Jews have our own May Day holiday, which is celebrated with a bonfire. This Lag B’Omer ritual has a number of interpretations; figure out your own favorite.
Are the …
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Mike Fink
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4/30/20
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“Please call me: I have something to tell you about your cousin Joel.”
came upon this voice mail in my office at the Rhode Island School of Design, which serves as a sociable salon for student conferences, colleague conversations, and, mostly and primarily, the home for my vast collection of memorabilia from past classes, and books, and photographs.
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Mike Fink
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4/5/20
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My neighbor Amy , who two decades ago purchased the house where my grandparents and aunts and uncles had dwelt, is a great hostess in all seasons, even mid-winter. She has a tree, a Norway …
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Mike Fink
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3/8/20
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“Privilege.” What does it mean?
The help at Frenchman’s Creek – a manicured and gated community in Florida’s Palm Beach – come from such …
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Mike Fink
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2/6/20
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Janus was the two-faced divinity of ancient Rome, facing backward and forward. The past and future, left and right profile, double homily and divided. If someone is described as …
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Mike Fink
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1/8/20
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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 …
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Mike Fink
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12/9/19
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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 …
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Mike Fink
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10/31/19
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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 …
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Mike Fink
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10/2/19
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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 …
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Mike Fink
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9/13/19
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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.
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Mike Fink
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8/1/19
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