Logic

That which is logical cannot be wrong That which is wrong cannot be right That which is not right cannot be practical That which is not practical cannot be reasonable That which is not reasonable cannot be employable That which cannot be employed cannot be salvaged That which cannot be salvaged cannot be logical Thus, …

Go away

Tomorrow I will no longer be of interest to the dozens of people who have called or texted me over the past month. I can't wait. Their stilted and poor effort to remind me how to vote or whom to vote for annoys me. People who neither know me personally nor make any attempt to …

Democracy’s nightmare

Tuesday, Nov. 3, 2020: Donald Trump is re-elected president of the United States. If Trump immediately demonstrates an affinity for the people and the institutions he’s denigrated during his first term, then almost everything listed below doesn’t unfold as written. If he doesn’t, a descent into chaos begins. Wednesday, Nov. 4, 2020: Joe Biden’s press …

The masked educator

I've almost completed the first week of the fall semester, and that means "Dr. Anthony Masketti" now has a tiny familiarity with teaching while wearing a mask. The biggest challenge: My breath inevitably works its way up my mask and fogs my glasses. (And anyone who knows me knows whenever I take my glasses off, …

Rep

That which I know But I do not say. That which you know And you talk all day. You are popular, You are liked; But I am trusted, Because I am not mic’d.

I remember when…

The days of spring seemed fresh and cool The days of summer were filled with no school The days of fall meant new and old friends The days of winter. Would they never end? Now the spring offers a renewal of life The summer brings longer days with the wife The fall reminds me why …

Who was your first Black teacher?

The question was a simple one: Who was your first Black teacher? It was posted on Twitter over the weekend; and as many Twitter posts are, it invited everyone who saw it to reply. My first Black teacher was Mrs. Brown. (Don’t ask me for a first name; those weren’t shared with any students in …

A sketch of winter

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Memory

I’ve always been impressed with people who can remember seemingly the smallest of details connected to events that happened many years ago. I was reminded of that trait again when I was privileged to hear Bob Woodward speak a couple weeks ago in Pittsburgh. Especially during dinner, with maybe 30 people around the table, and …