wonderful end to a day of effort and new experiences. I had even stuffed a bottle of olive oil in Jack’s pack when he wasn’t looking. But it was still raining. I didn’t see how we could cook tonight. And the gang was hungry. I rushed to the food bag, grabbed the next day’...
It was the way he would rarely sign his paintings, because he didn't care to take credit for his work. It was the way he served in combat during World War II on the beaches of the Philippines and in the jungles of New Guinea. When he returned to Long Island after the war, he met...
A man who prays for “the peace of the brave” on the New York Times Op Ed page and at the very same time shouts “jihad, a million martyrs on to Jerusalem” to his own people in Arabic. A man who has not only abused the opportunity offered him for peace but has brutally abused...