Truckin’

Ask anyone. I’m not a huge fan of The Grateful Dead. At the moment, though — traveling seventy miles-per-hour on the Pennsylvania Turnpike some 37 miles west of Harrisburg — “Truckin'” is kinda’ doin’ it for me. Earlier, I...

Black & Gold

My brother is a quote machine. “I haven’t had a three dollar beers since college!” After last night’s $6 room service Iron City bottles, I understand and appreciate his enthusiasm. We’re at Doubleday’s on Sixth Street in downtown...

The Optimism Of The Will

“My name is Benjamin Wagner,” I said, firmly shaking Bill Moyers’ hand. “I am the young man with the fire in his belly who has been doggedly pursuing you for my deep and simple documentary about my relationship with Mister Rogers.”...

The Blessings

Chris and I were standing outside of NPR’s Studio 3A listening to South-African singer-songwriter Vusi Mahlasela perform on “Talk of the Nation.” Moments prior, we had interviewed the incomparable Susan Stamberg, and hours before that, “Meet...