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FOCUS: American History Is Full of Immigrant-Haters Like Stephen Miller |
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Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=34727"><span class="small">Clive Irving, The Daily Beast</span></a>
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Monday, 20 August 2018 12:07 |
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Irving writes: "There are good reasons to believe that Stephen Miller won't be shamed by his uncle's attack on his role in the White House, provoked by his actions as a principal architect of a program that, as of now, has made virtual orphans of more than 500 children seized, along with their parents, at the Mexican border."
Stephen Miller in New York. (photo: Peter Foley/EPA-EFE/Rex/Shutterstock)

American History Is Full of Immigrant-Haters Like Stephen Miller
By Clive Irving, The Daily Beast
20 August 18
America’s record as a haven for refugees has often been tarnished by people all too ready to forget any obligation to their own family’s experience.
here are good reasons to believe that Stephen Miller won’t be shamed by his uncle’s attack on his role in the White House, provoked by his actions as a principal architect of a program that, as of now, has made virtual orphans of more than 500 children seized, along with their parents, at the Mexican border.
The uncle, David Glosser, a retired clinical neuroscientist, wrote that he was horrified by Miller’s behavior. He reminded his nephew that his family’s maternal roots can be traced to subsistence farmers in a shtetl in what is now Belarus.
Like thousands of other Jews they were terrorized by pogroms in the early twentieth century. The family patriarch, Wolf-Leib Glosser, arrived on Ellis Island in 1903 as a refugee.
Settling in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, the Glossers became prosperous and a model of how the enterprise of immigrants helped to power America’s growth and culture. Miller’s mother is David Glosser’s sister.
“I have watched with dismay and increasing horror as my nephew, who is an educated man and well aware of his heritage, has become the architect of immigration policies that repudiate the very foundation of our family’s life in this country,” David Glosser wrote in Politico.
The moral indictment here is clear, and familiar. How can a descendant of refugees become party to the pitiless treatment of a new wave of refugees?
But, as forcefully felt and argued as Glosser’s essay is, there is no reason to believe why an experience that was several generations behind him should imprint itself on Miller in the form of his political beliefs, as though by rote. Just because those beliefs are abhorrent to Glosser (and many others) doesn’t make them illicit in a democracy.
The really unsettling question is more universal than personal: what makes someone step so far in their political beliefs from where their biography would suggest they would naturally be? In this case the answer is that influences other than family biography were more powerful.
Miller grew up in Santa Monica, California that photogenic combination of dopey, light-headed beach culture and 1960s reformist liberalism. Something about this lazy way of life and thought brought out the contrarian in Miller, who was a lucid and sharp debater. He started taking on the contrarian role while he was still at high school, lashing out at liberals on Larry Elder’s right-wing radio show. In a hint of things to come, he told Latino fellow students that they should speak only English. He became the conspicuous and severe outlier, and enjoyed the part.
The role continued to play well when he went to Duke University. The white supremacist Richard Spencer was a graduate student there and later claimed to have tutored him in alt-right beliefs. (Miller has denied any association with Spencer or his views.)
Nonetheless, all Miller lacked were sympathetic mentors and he found them, first falling into the weirdly mesmerizing force field of Michele Bachmann and then working for Jeff Sessions, where his emerging dogmas meshed with Sessions’ unreconstructed Confederate atavism.
It was all perfect preparation for the Trump White House where, at a remarkably young age (he is still only 32), he suddenly found his views not only permissible but embraced in the precisely appropriate phrase of “zero tolerance”—first applied to Muslims and then to the desperate exodus from Central America, with its echoes of those Czarist pogroms of the early twentieth century.
Glosser told The Guardian that Miller’s mother was proud of his achievements but that he didn’t know how she really felt about him. They had avoided discussing politics for years.
But, given America’s history, there is a lot to discuss about attitudes to immigration.
America has always been the world’s biggest experiment in building a nation through immigration. But building “the nation of immigrants” was not a naturally benign process. It frequently produced its own contradictions and forms of violence, the most violent being the idea that a plantation economy could be supported by importing slaves.
As one wave of immigrants established itself and rose in wealth it required another to furnish the underclass to support it. The Irish, the Italians, the Scandinavians, the Jews all underwent this process and the tensions it created between them.
Eventually, between the two world wars, the American public’s attitude toward immigration hardened into a level of cruel prejudice that today seems inexcusable—that is, unless you support Trump’s zero tolerance policy. This was the time when “America First” nativists and foreign policy isolationists prevailed over any instincts to shelter the huddled masses.
I have already written about one of the most harrowing consequences when President Franklin Roosevelt turned away a ship with 900 Jewish refugees from Europe, 250 of whom later died in the Holocaust.
In a 1939 poll 66 percent of public said they would not support a bill then in Congress that would have allowed 10,000 refugee children from Germany to come to live in the U.S. with families ready to receive them. In a later poll 83 percent opposed any increase in immigration.
FDR was duplicitous. He was ready for his wife Eleanor to openly support the bill but said “it is best for me to say nothing.”
But by 1944 he was, belatedly, prepared to change his stance. Obviously it was too late to save the millions who had already died in the Holocaust.
By then there was ample evidence that the State Department harbored a core of anti-Semites. To work around them, Roosevelt created the War Refugee Board, staffed mostly by Treasury Department officials. The Board did save up to 200,000 Jews by negotiating ransoms with some Nazis who, knowing that they had lost the war, took the money to finance their own escape to Latin America.
Historian Rebecca Erbelding cites this as the only example of the U.S. government dedicating an agency to save the victims of an enemy.
Nonetheless, other historians have resisted the idea that FDR really had a change of heart. Rafael Medoff, director of the David S. Wyman Institute for Holocaust Studies, responding to Erbelding, has argued that the president only established the Board after strong pressure from American Jews on the eve of an election year.
Is there anything different about the cruelty now being inflicted on thousands of families crossing the Mexican border, often seeking asylum?
Absolutely. This time the White House is not dissembling about its feelings. The president has articulated his own raw prejudice in a way that Roosevelt never dared to do. Moreover, the zero tolerance policy is mandated as an article of political dogma that directly echoes the widespread public prejudice behind it.
That prejudice is based, as much prejudice often is, on fear. And on skin color. By 2040 it is predicted that white Americans will be in a minority, a demographic shift that will be driven by Latin American and Asian immigrants.
Rather than accept this shift as part of America’s natural cultural broadness of mind, Trump played to the idea that it was a dangerous threat with his commitment to build the wall. There could be no clearer totem of a fortress mentality, and the need for the white fortress to make its stand while it still could.
Miller and Sessions, while never as crude as Trump in public, were dancing to the same music, determined to stem the “brown tide.” And so America came to its zero tolerance moment.
The trouble is that zero tolerance has turned out also to be zero competence. As many despots have found, it’s one thing to issue the orders and entirely another to execute them. This policy unraveled so fast and so visibly that its intrinsic inhumanity was exposed with devastating effect. Thousands of children will be scarred for life by their brutal separation from parents.
Miller and Sessions haven’t expressed any regrets. Their alliance has, in any case, become complicated by Trump’s anger at Sessions for recusing himself from the oversight of the Mueller investigation. The president has peppered Sessions with demeaning epithets like “Mr. Magoo” and “idiot.”
But there is no sign that this feud has damaged Miller’s standing in the White House, where his doctrinal zealotry helps to keep the spirit of Steve Bannon alive.
And here’s another point about the moral burden of ancestral memory—or lack thereof—concerning another large immigrant-created community, the Irish.
Bannon, Mike Pence, Kellyanne Conway, Sean Spicer and Mick Mulvaney were the original members of Trump’s Irish mafia. Their ancestors all came in on the boats from Ireland, some of them with searing memories of the Irish Potato Famine, in which the nineteenth century British government acted with the same combination of inhumanity and incompetence as the Trump administration.
Those that remain, Pence, Conway and Mulvaney, are no more inclined than is Miller to feel any conflict between their bloodline and their ultra-conservative mission. Part of that mission is siding with the rich and powerful against the weak.
Mulvaney, director of the Office of Management and Budget, is a particularly shameless example. He is a notorious believer in “pay to play” governance. In April The Daily Beast disclosed that he had met with at least eight registered lobbyists and six executives who donated to his congressional campaigns.
When Trump decided to emasculate the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, one of the most effective safeguards against the abuse of consumers, Mulvaney replaced Richard Cordray as acting director, while keeping his job at the OMB. He has performed as required, the latest travesty being an attempt to roll back the oversight of lenders who have been trying to rip off military families and veterans.
As David Glosser said in his essay, “Almost every American family has an immigration story of its own based on flight from war, poverty, famine, persecution, fear or hopelessness.”
Alas that has, in many cases, been all too easily forgotten by people who represent the worst of America rather than the best.

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FOCUS: The President's Lawyer and His Cooperation in the Russia Investigation |
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Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=45295"><span class="small">Bob Bauer, Lawfare</span></a>
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Monday, 20 August 2018 10:43 |
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Bauer writes: "While remarkable reporting in a number of respects, the Times account of the Trump-McGahn relationship leaves open or unclear a number of key points about the role and obligations of the White House counsel in these circumstances."
Don McGahn speaking at the 2018 Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) in National Harbor, Maryland. (photo: Flickr/Gage Skidmore)

The President's Lawyer and His Cooperation in the Russia Investigation
By Bob Bauer, Lawfare
20 August 18
he New York Times reports that White House Counsel Don McGahn has interviewed extensively with the special counsel, cooperating with the president’s consent but perhaps more extensively than President Trump may have anticipated. The result may be a further strain on what, according to the Times, was already a difficult working relationship. One source of the tension appears to be the president’s expectation of loyalty from a counsel who maintains a different view of his function—namely, that the White House counsel represents the office of the presidency and not the individual now occupying it.
It seems that relationship between lawyer and president is also, in this instance, infected with mistrust. McGahn and his attorney are reported to have concluded that he should go the extra mile and tell Special Counsel Robert Mueller all he knows out of a concern that the president might have been preparing to blame McGahn—and specifically, his “shoddy advice”—for any legal issues Trump faced over alleged obstruction of justice in the Russia matter.
While remarkable reporting in a number of respects, the Times account of the Trump-McGahn relationship leaves open or unclear a number of key points about the role and obligations of the White House counsel in these circumstances.
A White House counsel is not in a position to reject or ignore a special prosecutor's request for information relevant to an ongoing criminal investigation. The law on the fundamental point is clear. Precisely as the Times describes McGahn’s understanding of his role, the White House counsel is a government employee, not personal counsel to the president. Courts presented with the question have ruled that, in a criminal investigation, the attorney-client privilege does not shield a White House counsel from providing his or her evidence. Neither is executive privilege a safe harbor if the government can demonstrate need for the information and its unavailability from other sources.
The Clinton administration litigated and lost both privilege claims in defending against the independent counsel investigations. When the U.S. Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit ruled unanimously on the application of the attorney-client privilege, it did so in no uncertain terms:
To state the question is to suggest the answer, for the Office of the President is a part of the federal government, consisting of government employees doing government business, and neither legal authority nor policy nor experience suggests that a federal government entity can maintain the ordinary common law attorney-client privilege to withhold information relating to a federal criminal offense.
This is not to say that, when called to interview with prosecutors, a White House counsel would agree to answer any and all questions. It falls to his or her attorney to negotiate an acceptable scope and focus for the interviews. In preparing for those discussions, the counsel and his or her lawyers can certainly take into account the constitutional and other reasonable concerns of the president’s personal counsel. The Times story does not provide detail about the extent to which McGahn’s own counsel consulted with the president and the president’s private counsel, except to report that the president raised no objection to the interviews. In the end, however, the White House counsel is a government employee called upon to negotiate in good faith the terms of cooperation with criminal justice authorities.
It is conceivable that McGahn could resist the interviews by drawing on the constitutional theory that Trump’s lawyers have been testing publicly—that there is no “evidence” for him to give because the case for which it is sought, presidential obstruction of justice, is constitutionally impermissible. This maneuver would stand little chance of success. Assuming that McGahn were willing to be the vehicle for a test of Trump's constitutional theory, he would have reason to doubt that he would prevail. A court would likely hold that the constitutional question was premature and not one for him to raise, and that at this stage of the proceeding, he must give testimony.
The entire episode serves yet again of a reminder of the potential hazards that accompany the benefits to the president of the institutionalized office of the White house counsel. The president has ready at hand in the West Wing dedicated counsel on a range of issues who can also serve as a force for channeling the legal resources throughout the executive branch in support of administration policies. In this respect, the counsel is truly, as often described, the “president’s lawyer.” But the counsel is not the “president’s lawyer” in the way that Trump apparently imagined that those lawyers he hired in the private sector were “his lawyers.” This is the irony of the counsel’s position: the very proximity to the Oval Office that distinguishes the role and accounts for so much of its value, can also present grave risks for a president in legal trouble.
Finally, what does it mean for a White House counsel to continue to attempt to function effectively in that role when he is also a highly consequential witness in a criminal inquiry involving the president—and when, the Times suggests, the counsel may have been suspicious the president had intended to set him up to “take the fall”? McGahn appears to have concluded that he can remain effective in support of the president, at least on the issues he has selected for focused attention: judicial nominations and regulations, and perhaps other issues outside the Russia matter. For his part, Trump may have decided that this is a situation he can—or, maybe for the time being, must—accept. It is also a situation without precedent in the history of the counsel’s office.

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Too Many Americans Die on the Job. Are Things About to Get Worse? |
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Monday, 20 August 2018 08:31 |
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Winant writes: "Who remembers Alphonse Maddin? Maddin came briefly to national attention in spring of 2017, after Donald Trump appointed Neil Gorsuch to the supreme court."
'Every co-worker I know has been injured at some point.' (photo: Daniel Acker/Bloomberg/Getty Images)

Too Many Americans Die on the Job. Are Things About to Get Worse?
By Gabriel Winant, Guardian UK
20 August 18
A US supreme court that is dominated by right-wing justices will have a devastating effect on worker’s rights and protections
ho remembers Alphonse Maddin? Maddin came briefly to national attention in spring of 2017, after Donald Trump appointed Neil Gorsuch to the supreme court. Maddin was a truck driver and the central character in one of Gorsuch’s worst opinions as a circuit court judge. His story is one of the rare prominent examples of a vast, hidden world of American injustice: danger in the workplace.
Maddin was driving a truckload of meat across the Illinois prairie in the winter of 2009 when the brakes on the trailer of his vehicle froze. As he waited for his company’s road service to come fix the trailer brakes, he found that the heat in the truck’s cab was also broken. Maddin fell asleep in the sub-zero temperature, and when he woke up several hours later, the road service had not yet arrived. Parts of his body were going numb, his speech was slurred, and the company told him only to “hang in there”. So Maddin unhitched the immobilized trailer from the still-drivable cab of the truck and drove to safety. Although he soon returned to pick up the cargo and complete the job, his employer, TransAm, still fired him, and Maddin sued.
While the other two judges on the panel ruled in Maddin’s favor, the future supreme court justice dissented. The statute, Gorsuch pointed out, only protects workers who refuse to operate equipment out of safety concerns. By unhitching the trailer and driving the cab away, Maddin hadn’t refused to operate the equipment, but had rather hijacked it for his own purposes – however sympathetic those purposes might be. “Imagine a boss telling an employee he may either ‘operate’ an office computer as directed or ‘refuse to operate’ that computer,” wrote Gorsuch. “What serious employee would take that as license to use an office computer not for work but to compose the great American novel? Good luck.”
Maddin won his case, but it’s Gorsuch’s world we’re living in. According to an AFL-CIO report, 5,190 workers died on the job in the United States in 2016. Another 50,000 to 60,000 die annually of occupational diseases, and nearly 4 million experienced work-related injuries or illnesses. This latter figure, according to the report, is a drastic underestimate, with the real figure likely between 7.4 million and 11.1 million injuries and illnesses per year.
While death and injury rates are much lower than they were before deindustrialization, they have begun to rise again in the last few years. Unsurprisingly, workers of color and immigrants are significantly likelier than white workers to be hurt, get sick, or die due to their jobs. Ominously, the frequency of injuries due to violence in the workplace has ticked up drastically in the last decade.
Workplace danger is spread across a far wider array of industries than is commonly believed. While the issue of occupational safety and health immediately calls to mind coal mines, oil rigs, and steel mills, lots of jobs will break a body. Hotel housekeepers, for example, frequently experience severe chronic pain, the result of repetitive stress from lifting mattresses and pushing heavy carts and vacuums. Particularly in non-union hotels, the number of rooms per shift can rise into the high teens or above 20 – a recipe for damage to the back, neck, and knees when repeated over time. And this is not even to mention the exposure of these workers to sexual harassment and assault – incidences of which may not even be considered within the category of occupational health and safety.
Similarly, workers in the healthcare industry – and particularly its sub-sector of nursing and residential care – experience high rates of workplace hazard. Workers in this sector are very vulnerable to violent injury, which was experienced by 3.5 out of every 1,000 in 2016. Healthcare workers, for similar reasons to hotel housekeepers, also suffer very high rates of musculoskeletal injury: the two industries generating the greatest gross number of days away from work due to such injury were the hospital industry and nursing and residential centers. And then there are the specifically biological hazards, such as needlestick injury and infections such as scabies, to which such workers are particularly likely to be exposed.
As one would expect, the Trump administration is taking steps to worsen all this. The administration has pushed for funding cuts to the training programs of the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) and the National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health. It has put forward a coal executive to run the Mine Safety and Health Administration, and a FedEx executive to run OSHA – both of them longstanding opponents of workplace safety regulation. It has rolled back a rule requiring employers to keep accurate injury and illness records, and another requiring disclosure on these matters from would-be federal contractors. As the Guardian recently reported, there are plans in the works to deregulate the speed of production in meat processing plants, which will worsen safety conditions in an industry that already averages two amputations per week. “Every co-worker I know has been injured at some point,” one worker told the Guardian.
Meanwhile, workers not represented by unions have lost their right to accompany OSHA inspectors on their inspections. Though this last would seem on its face to matter more than it actually does, because inspection is mainly a hypothetical phenomenon anyway. OSHA and its state-level partners together inspected less than 1% of eligible American workplaces in 2017.
Gorsuch himself has played a role in the worsening of this situation in his brief time on the supreme court. In the recent Epic Systems case, he authored a majority opinion severely curtailing the latitude of employees to file class-action lawsuits. Given the weakness of our occupational safety and health code and enforcement, such actions are potentially an important tool for workers – and one employers may now more easily avoid.
But the weakening of the regulatory apparatus began some time before the Trump administration. A stunning 2015 ProPublica and NPR report showed that dozens of states have cut back workers’ compensation benefits in recent decades – by as much as two-thirds, in some cases. “Getting [workers] healed and back to work is the goal of our system,” explained one benefit-cutting legislator in Oklahoma – though there have been severe cuts and time limits applied to benefits to workers with permanent disabilities as well.
States have also curtailed the right of injured workers to choose their own doctor to evaluate them. The report tells the story of a North Dakota oil worker who lost an arm on the job, and whose doctor recommended a prosthesis with a movable hand. But he was forced to go to a different doctor, who instead recommended a hook. Meanwhile, the state insurance agency denying him a workable hand – and the ability to tie his shoe or hold his grandchild – actually invests any surplus it retains and repays it in dividends to employers. The North Dakota agency repaid nearly $1bn to employers in this way over the decade before the report.
There is, however, one occupation whose hazards have appeared frequently in debates of recent years: policing. The risk undergone by officers has been arguably the central rhetorical device in the white reaction against protests of police violence. But cops aren’t even in the top 10 for most dangerous jobs, and they’re in greater danger of dying in accidents (particularly car crashes) than from violent causes.
The risks of policing have been magnified by their association with white fear and rage. On the other hand, the dangers experienced by millions of workers every day on the job make little dent on public consciousness.
Alphonse Maddin, it should be said, is black – like so many of the workers of color who experience heightened vulnerability to premature death on their jobs. Now his nemesis Gorsuch sits on the bench, ready to condemn countless more to injury and death, and soon to be joined by another black-robed ghoul: Brett Kavanaugh.
In a 2010 occupational safety case initiated by an orca whale’s killing of a trainer at SeaWorld, Kavanaugh dissented from his court’s pro-OSHA ruling, instead taking SeaWorld’s side. He called the agency’s rules “paternalistic” and wrote, “The bureaucracy at the US Department of Labor has not traditionally been thought of as the proper body to decide whether to ban fighting in hockey, to prohibit the punt return in football, to regulate the distance between the mound and home plate in baseball.”
Most likely, the Democrats will oppose Kavanaugh gingerly on some bloodless procedural grounds. The right wing has felt no shame about playing up the dangers of policing to demonize its opponents; if progressives want to represent working people, they must become much more unforgiving of the violence of conservative governance. As the question is put in a classic labor song, “Money speaks for money, the devil for his own / Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone?”

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My Weekend in Manhattan: A Memoir |
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Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=47905"><span class="small">Garrison Keillor, Garrison Keillor's Website</span></a>
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Sunday, 19 August 2018 14:00 |
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Keillor writes: "A string of blazing summer days in New York City and after the sun went down, perfect summer nights, diners in sidewalk cafes along Columbus Avenue, dogs walking their owners, and my wife walking me. 'You need to get out and move around,' she says. 'It's not healthy to sit at a desk all day.' And she is right."
Author Garrison Keillor. (photo: NPR)

My Weekend in Manhattan: A Memoir
By Garrison Keillor, Garrison Keillor's Website
19 August 18
string of blazing summer days in New York City and after the sun went down, perfect summer nights, diners in sidewalk cafes along Columbus Avenue, dogs walking their owners, and my wife walking me. “You need to get out and move around,” she says. “It’s not healthy to sit at a desk all day.” And she is right. I am stuck on a memoir I’m writing, pondering the wrong turns of my early years. How much do you want to know? Are you sure?
Manhattan is a long thin island, so we don’t need a car here, and among pedestrians, one is surrounded by good manners. Biking is dangerous. A young woman from Australia was killed Friday when she swerved on her bike to avoid an Uber driver pulling out into the bike lane and she was struck down by a truck. Her name was Maddie Lyden, she was 23, she had just graduated from college and given herself a trip to America, her dream trip. She died a mile from my apartment and I didn’t know about it until Monday.
When I moved into this apartment back in 1990, I was struck by three deaths that happened in my vicinity. A former Rockette was killed by a demented man as she walked her dog early one morning on 69th Street and Central Park. A young woman working in a Gap store on 57th was killed by a robber as she opened the door for business. A young man from Provo, Utah, was killed on the 7th Avenue B-train station platform, defending his mother against a gang of muggers. I think of the three of them whenever I pass the places where they died.
We’re interconnected here. I sit in a café and the woman across the room tapping on her laptop may be writing a novel that will be a best-seller and here I am, trying to remember Frayne Anderson, the English teacher in Anoka, Minnesota, who gave me a copy of The New Yorker when I was 14. A certain decorum is observed. I don’t ask her what she’s writing, she doesn’t ask me, but we’re connected. I once boarded a downtown B train and sat down and noticed that the black lady across the aisle was reading a book of mine. She looked like a lawyer. She didn’t laugh but she kept reading. It was hard watching her for fear she’d make a face and slam the book shut and I got off the train. It was 7th Avenue.
Writing a best-selling novel was once my fairy tale, but I’m over it now. I’m engrossed in the memoir. It’s my obligation, seeing as I grew up in America after World War II, when children roamed the countryside freely, no cellphones on them for their parents to ascertain their whereabouts, and we worked hoeing corn for truck farmers and learned about drudgery and if we wanted to go to town, we hitchhiked and sometimes got a ride from a drunk who was speeding and cursing his wife. I’m not nostalgic about this. I’m grateful to have survived more or less intact.
I think of the novelists I know and if I were to turn my back on the factual and think fiction I could make myself into a tragic hero, misunderstood by old friends and family, but the truth is, my life is one piece of good luck after another, the most recent being my wife of 23 years who is walking alongside me down Columbus toward Lincoln Center, setting a brisk pace. A good marriage is worth more than a best-selling novel, take my word for it, I’ve been there.
“My Fair Lady” is playing at the Center. We saw it and she said she’d like to see it again. “Fine,” I say, as I’m thinking about Maddie Lyden who was struck down on her bike one block east of here, at 66th and Central Park West. The Uber driver was careless, the truck driver was ticketed for DUI, Maddie was riding a rental bike and didn’t get a helmet.
It’s hard to put all this in one rational column, the tragedy of Maddie, the summer nights, the reader on the train, my good wife, “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly,” but now I’ve reached 750 words, my limit, and must get back to work on the memoir. That’s life in New York. Take care. Look both ways always.

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