A Bloomsday postcard, and the thirty year circle of shame with Clarence Thomas and his enablers

May 7, 2023

Shooting stars against a backdrop of bursting balsamroot blossoms

Like most of you who were alive at the time, I remember where I was the day JFK was assassinated in Dallas in late November 1963. I was six years old and, with little legs, was walking in Panamanian warmth from Los Rios Elementary School in the U.S. Canal Zone to our home in nearby Corozal…