Author Archives: floegel

Half a Tank

How long is forever? It’s the kind of question you might expect to hear in a metaphysics class or a bad love song, but neither of those venues is likely to produce a satisfactory answer. It often depends on context. When a president says “forever” he clearly means until the end of his term, after […]

Ready, Fire, Aim

Here’s what I’ve been thinking about the war in the Balkans: If this bombing campaign ever made any sense, which is debatable, that time is surely long past. Our missiles keep hitting refugees in Kosovo and non-combatants in Serbia, and in one tremendous snafu, Bulgaria. On the other hand, how can we let the ethnic […]

A Man of Wealth and Taste

This week, let us consider the nature of evil, the human face Satan wears as he walks among us. No horns or tail, no goatee or widow’s peak, no pitchfork or scarlet jacket. No, I think Satan is serious and sober, righteous and mediocre. A churchgoer, a deep thinker, a man of best intentions. Satan […]

To Have and To Hold

I came home to find a queer piece of mail the other day. It was third-class bulk mail, addressed to “resident.” The postmark was from here in Burlington, the return address was from Cincinnati, Ohio, but there was photo of a palm tree and the phrase “Aloha, Vermont friends,” on the outside. It was an […]

Happy Taxes

Happy Tax Day, our annual celebration of American democracy. Today, more than any other day, Americans participate in the governance of their country. Last election day, only 36 percent of eligible voters went to the polls, but by April 15th, everyone but the wealthiest 10 percent has to have paid his or her taxes. A […]

Beside the Golden Door

I’ve been looking at photos of Kosovo refugees in the paper. Last week, people in the photos looked stoic, this week everyone is crying. I think the enormity of the situation is beginning to sink in. NATO has begun airlifting refugees out and dispersing them among NATO nations. I suppose that’s the only option – […]

Post-Modern Terror Warfare

Spring arrived suddenly in the Champlain Valley last weekend. Crocuses and hyacinths resolutely pushed green shoots through soil still damp from melting snow. Church Street was thronged with people, who having sat indoors for months, needed to do nothing more than stroll in the sun. Buskers and food carts were out; the more enterprising restaurant […]