“Fire and Fury—Inside the Trump White House” by Michael Wolff is an absorbing read if you are interested in more evidence of Trump’s megalomania, misogyny, idiocy and just plain unfitness to be president.
For jazz buffs coming of age in the late ’50s and early ’60s, particularly for aspiring singers, the litmus test was “Moody’s Mood for Love,” the lyrics added to James Moody’s solo on the standard tune.
On too many occasions, the problem composing a person’s obituary is the lack of information.
Funny how memories circle back on you, reminding you of treasured moments, especially those spent with advocates of freedom and justice.
Although photographer Don Hogan Charles kept his personal life private, his camera was open and revealed many private and historic moments about American history and personalities.
Rather than a cooling of antagonism between the U.S and North Korea, the new year has brought a fresh round of provocation and bluster.
Most visitors to Pittsburgh who venture to the famous Hill District want to see where the great playwright August Wilson once lived.
With my friend and colleague, and this paper’s eminent jazz authority, incapacitated the past several weeks, he has permitted me to substitute for him temporarily.
Much more than a glitch or a do-over was necessary to alter the first vote by the House in its approval of a GOP tax bill. A second vote Wednesday only confirmed what they and the Senate had done earlier with a $1.4 trillion measure now needing only Trump’s signature.
“The best way to understand New York’s Black upper class is to study its origins,” Dr. R. Chester Redhead told author Lawrence Otis Graham.