DeWitt Clinton — All of us are hungry as dogs, though it’s not even noon, but our guide in green shoes wants us to stop at this grocery store, pick up some cheeses and breads so we won’t have to waste any time, so we can spend more time at Treblinka where we will wander around thousands of stones, each one a village which was … Continue reading Finding Nebuchadnezzar in Poland
DeWitt Clinton — Every year—for years, decades, and perhaps centuries—scholars, theologians, and lay leaders have been defining, then redefining, then re-envisioning the constantly evolving paradox of God. Of course, if one is a fundamental believer, there is only one God, The God. Nothing else matters. But if you are interested in the world, and what the world thinks of God, or gods, or out-of-date gods, … Continue reading God: A Human History, by Reza Aslan
DeWitt Clinton — I still live in Shorewood, Wisconsin, not Sherwood, for there’s nothing foresty or Shakespearian about this tiny little add-on to Metro Milwaukee. We’re a bit too far inland to feel the fury of hurricanes, but often in the summer, parts of Wisconsin will feel like a wind tunnel coming out of Tornado Alley of the Midwest. I haven’t yet been sucked up … Continue reading Icarus Redux
DeWitt Clinton — Most people I see I don’t know. I can sit down on a public bench and not say a word to the guy sitting next to me, as he’s busy scrolling or texting. I wouldn’t think of even mentioning how the weather has changed slightly. Yes, of course, I have neighbors, but I’ll also admit I don’t know their first or last … Continue reading Those Neighbors
DeWitt Clinton — I’m having trouble remembering anything lately. Sure I know I’m here where you are too, wondering about what’s next, but who isn’t? I’ve had a serious memory problem all my life, even though I know I’m still here in this little room in this little house, in this little village, in this little metro area, but that’s not to say I don’t … Continue reading Trouble
DeWitt Clinton — I really wasn’t lost. I was just looking for where I wanted to go, or wanted to end up. Now that I’m back where I started, I know I can get to where I wanted to go, if ever I wanted to go there again. Actually, I do want to go there again, but not the way I did when I really … Continue reading Lost But Not Lost
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