Bill Kauffman

Canada the beautiful

Batavia, New York A staticky nimbus surrounds Mexican radio and the legendary border stations that kinda came through on 1970s transistors across the American Southwest, but what about the experience of those of us in the frozen North, along the Canadian border, who grew up listening to Canuck pop-rock, to lugubrious Leonard Cohen or the icy new wave of Martha and […]

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The women who argued against their right to vote

The 19th Amendment is a matter of Upstate New York regional pride

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Education

Bring back small high schools

A school, whether consisting of one room or 20 rooms, ought to embody and reinforce a sense of place

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The next so-called civil war

‘To-day the doctor says I must die — all is over with me — ah, so young to die’

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Drink

Jason Peters writes to entertain his friends and exasperate his enemies

No one who eats food or laughs at jokes should be without his new book

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How to restore civility in politics

Shrink state power so radically that policy disagreements would be akin to flyweight arguments over the merits of Coke vs Pepsi

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Stargazing under lockdown

The late great American astronomer Leslie Peltier was onto something

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A June election in Genesee County

We will learn once more that ’tis better to be a flower-seeker than a power-seeker

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Art

What can we learn about coronavirus from classic cinema?

My Sam Peckinpah lockdown bender

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The guns of Alexander

In the event of the gun confiscation fancied by the Democratic party’s billionaires and its NPR tote-bag carriers, the hinterlands will not submit

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The remarkable Martha Treichler

Black Mountain left a mark on her and her husband Bill

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I was expelled from the Electoral College before I was even admitted

Wayward electors run in our family

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The story of my only novel

I had to spend a solid year assuring readers that I did not prematurely ejaculate. Boy was that embarrassing

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Faith

Let Utah be Utah

I dig the Mormons and even pull for Brigham Young University’s football team

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The wonderful world of community theater

The woman sitting next to me whispered urgently: ‘I can’t take my eyes off that man’s nipple’

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