No, not the tune by the Fabulous Poodles, but rather my memories of Peter H. Clune, who was gunned down in the bleakest film noir you’ll ever see: http://www.theamericanconservative.com/blog/the-last-picture-show/.
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And Then I Said… I am interviewed about the movie Copperhead by the excellent Gerald Russello in The University Bookman.
Louisville’s Food Broker Why is Louisville’s unique Farm to Table program not being copied in other cities? Here’s a national story you can pass along to your mayor,…
2013 Academy of Philosophy and... The Academy of Philosophy and Letters will have its annual conference in Baltimore on June 7-9 on the theme “Cheerfulness Keeps Breaking In: Light in…
Interview about Education You can find a short interview about education and my new book at Coffee and Markets here.
The Modest Republic: Just Publ... A book I’ve co-edited with Michael Federici and Richard Gamble has just been published. It’s titled The Culture of Immodesty in American Life and Politics:…
Dana Gioia, Bill Kauffman in P... FPR’s Third Annual Conference is shaping up to be a fantastic event. It will be held at Pomona College on September 20-21. The conference will…
