We rarely do much of anything in Nantucket, and I like it that way. A typical day might involve a good run, a real breakfast (eggs, pancakes, etc), a trip to the beach, magazines, books, puzzles, and the ever-essential mid-day nap. We rarely leave our little corner of...
I’m blessed and lucky for my brief but meaningful time with Mister Rogers, and the wheels those few moments set in motion. When I need a dose of calm, or insight on managing my anger, sadness, or fear in the face of this crazy, crazy world, I don’t have to...
The New York Times just confirmed some sad news: Tim Russert has died of a heart attack. You’ll recall that Chris and I visited Tim in his NBC offices in November, 2006 to interview him for our documentary, “Mister Rogers & Me.” We scored the...
I don’t know much about gambling, or numbers, but I like to think that submitting our Independent Film Week online application at precisely 7:11 is somehow fortuitous; these two seem pretty good together. In addition to two DVD screeners, and a $60 entree fee,...
“I think you’re gonna’ have to throw up to feel better,” he said matter-of-factly. The morning began at the iTunes music store. Such is my voracious appetite for substantive public radio podcasts that I’d already burned through...
