Meeting my great-grandfather’s ghost
In 1906, my great-grandfather jumped ship in New York harbor. He never returned to his native Norway, nor did I ever meet him.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth….”
It was my final argument — the zinger, really — in my first school debate. I was in eighth grade and the topic was capital punishment.
The debate was part of a public speaking module in my English class. It was taught by an exuberant…
Yesterday morning we had a gas leak on my street. My roommate woke me up when he discovered that the SF Fire Department had blocked the road.
Two things immediately occurred to me:
1) I need to check on the status of my renter’s insurance.
2) I could have lit the stove and blown up the neighborhood.