Turning Up Bones
Because we’ll all be fossils one day.
The fact and fiction of David Lee Holcomb. You decide which is which.
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Unfortunately, the machinery of governance was big and spooky and dangerous and the only people who knew which buttons and levers did what were the very geezers and deadbeats you had driven out of town with such enthusiasm. Click here to continue
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When things don’t work out, peasants revolt, voters flock to the polls, oppressed minorities throw themselves on the bayonets of their oppressors, religious martyrs sing hymns from the auto-da-fe. We change the rules, we die under them, or, like Gandhi or Mandela, we simply sit down and say “Maybe I can’t beat you, but I… Click here to continue
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Every so often I have a dream that was obviously intended for someone else. Last night’s tour of the unconscious mind was a case in point. My dream self popped up in a hole-in-the-wall greasy-spoon diner somewhere in New York City. Click here to continue
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I am of the age at which I can occasionally begin a sentence with “In my day …” Don’t judge me: the decades since I was born on an Air Force base in Montgomery, Alabama, in 1958 have been turbulent, and I feel that simply having lived so long entitles me to a pompous moment… Click here to continue
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Last Tuesday, in a California courtroom, a judge sentenced 23-year-old Casey Nocket to two years’ probation and 200 hours of community service after Nocket pleaded guilty to seven counts of damaging government property. But why do we keep calling her a “vandal”? Click here to continue
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In the aftermath of the Pulse nightclub shooting last weekend we’ve seen an outpouring of support and solidarity for the victims. Strangely, I find this almost as depressing as the event itself. Click here to continue
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“The moment there is a misunderstanding about a boundary line or a hamper of fish or some other squalid matter, see patriotism rise, and hear him split the universe with his war-whoop.” Click here to continue
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My grandmother was not a fool. She was, however, a product of her time and her environment, and for reasons that I’ve never fully understood, in all of her ninety-odd years of life she was never able to transcend those limitations. Click here to continue
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Frustrated ISIS militants holding the city of Palmyra yesterday beheaded 82-year-old archaeologist Khaled al-Asaad. When Islamic State fighters first began to move in on the city — a UNESCO World Heritage site which dates back to Roman times — Asaad, the director of antiquities for Palmyra, moved everything portable into hiding. Once the city had… Click here to continue