Scientists Say Religion Makes Kids Mean, God Squad Gobsmacked

At the request of my dear sister Rose’s parish priest, I accepted a telephone consultation appointment with Sister Moecha Meretrix, the principal of the Catholic school to whom Rose sends her vast brood of Catholic children, Mother Superior of a local Dominican convent, and, as it happens, a member of the Ecumenical Congress of the… Continue reading Scientists Say Religion Makes Kids Mean, God Squad Gobsmacked

Crusader Babbitt – Obama Develops Foot-in-Mouth Disease

My ten o’clock consultation today was Dr. Batroun Ibn Himaar, an econometrician at the World Bank. For about an hour and ten minutes, things went pretty much as I expected while we discussed the probabilistic projections of international currency exchange rates based on a stochastic optimization model of petroleum prices. But at the conclusion of… Continue reading Crusader Babbitt – Obama Develops Foot-in-Mouth Disease

Heaven is Some Real Malarkey

It being the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. holiday, the work schedule for Gretchen and myself was somewhat lighter than a typical Monday. This was good, because not only did it mean there was time for me to meet with my brother-in-law, Hank Palikowski, and his sister-in-law, Shannon, it also meant there were fewer regular… Continue reading Heaven is Some Real Malarkey

Pope Francis Makes Some Reportedly Doggone Controversial Remarks

This week it was once again time for what has become a family tradition – lunch every month or two with my sister Rose, wherein she and I catch up on the news of our personal lives. It’s always her choice, and today she selected Muze, at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel on Maryland Avenue Southwest,… Continue reading Pope Francis Makes Some Reportedly Doggone Controversial Remarks

I Spy a Peeping Rabbi

My very last consultation last Friday was with Rabbi Mordechi Dovid Slivovitz of Silver Spring, Maryland, recently elected President of the Modern Orthodox Rabbinical Organization National and International Council. Frankly, I’ve never seen him so upset. “Oy vey ist mir,” he wailed as he plunked his ample, ovoid frame down on the couch with an… Continue reading I Spy a Peeping Rabbi