Little Journeys

Arts and Crafts Therapy

If you saw my column last week, you know that I spent a good deal of my time in New Jersey and New York, where I encountered the Cadillac ad captioned with an Elbert Hubbard quotation. Naturally, upon returning home I had a couple of days…

Back to the Big Apple

I made my first trip to New York City in 1978, when I was researching an obscure New York politician and defense attorney by the name of Dudley Field Malone (1882-1950) (man on the left). Researching back in 1978, of course, meant spending…

Is it Really “Unsigned”?

A few months ago I was in Salt Lake City on business, but also took the opportunity to spend some time with my oldest son Eric, who is nearing completion of his doctorate in chemistry at the University of Utah. He and I took one of our regular…

A Day to Never Forget

The centennial anniversary slipped by seemingly unnoticed. May 7, 1915. On that day, one hundred years ago this month, more than a thousand passengers aboard the Lusitania, their bags packed and ready to soon disembark, watched helplessly…

Collector — or Hoarder?

A few weeks ago my youngest son Blake, who turned 23 on St. Patrick's Day and whose idea of "taking some time off" before going to medical school was to pick up a master's degree from Harvard (trust me, those aren’t my genes), came home…

My Archive Angels

They aren’t your stereotypical librarians anymore: stern-looking ladies with wire-rimmed glasses, their long hair knotted in a bun so tight it would shed water. They've become archivists. History detectives who will take a clue, a single…

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