Author: Meteor Blades

For years, I’ve been complacent. Oh, I sent money. I slapped on bumper stickers. I voted for the right politicians. I swore at the passage of the latest restrictive statute. I sighed when a court ruling was announced. I...

In the spring of 1917, Hotochee, my grandmother’s 14-year-old sister, stood barefoot in the spongy soil on the north shore of Lake Ochochobee and married Davis, an 18-year-old farmer’s son. Three months later, just...

We were crawling along an unfamiliar side street of South Pasadena last Friday, on our way home from dinner with the family of an Iranian friend, a one-time fugitive from the brutal Shah and brother-in-law of a three-term...

Football doesn’t really spin my wheels. But the guys pictured above could make my day two Sundays from now when they perform during halftime at Superbowl XL.  Two years ago, when Janet Jackson exposed something that...

I was struck by a bit of nostalgia Friday night when Keith Olbermann spent five minutes of “Countdown” conducting an interview with William Blum, an old acquaintance of mine. In 1983 and ’84, we twice shared...