Speaking of Words: We Might as Well Wear Togas

     If you were a senator from the ancient Roman Republic who had managed to learn some English while riding in your time-chariot to visit Washington DC for the first time, you would be astonished, and quite amused, at how familiar things looked and sounded, over two thousand years later and across a great ocean.

God, Lobster, and the Price of a Roof

On the same day, the Lord Almighty spoke to Joe Biden and told him to take a knee and then turned his eyes to Troon on Scotland and anointed Xander Schauffele as the winner of The Open, because you need help from the Almighty to win the greatest game ever played on an island known for its wind, rough, and vertical bunkers, we sat down for lunch with dear friends at Petey’s in Rye.