Author Archives: floegel

Business is Business

I met Ken Saro-Wiwa once, in Washington, DC. Ken, a writer and activist from oil-rich Ogoniland in the Niger River delta, was in the U.S. seeking support in his struggle against Nigeria’s oppressive dictator, Sani Abacha. I think it was in 1992 when I met Ken, but memory begins to fail. I do remember his […]

Don’t Mess with Texas

Vermont’s only congressman, Bernie Sanders, identifies himself in the House of Representatives as an Independent, but back here on the home turf, it’s well-known that he’s a socialist. He’s not the only one, but people don’t use the “s-word” in public, so everyone left of a Vermont Democrat just calls themselves “progressive.” You might say […]

A Place Faster and More Reckless

The school year is ending. College graduations are winding down, high school graduations will begin any week. This is also the season for automobile crashes, particularly among the high school set. As sure as caps and gowns, young people, in pairs and groups, will die in streambeds, along embankments and against trees. I understand how […]

Instant, Endless Summer

Sometimes I think I must be the oldest person on earth. I’m speaking from northwest Vermont, about 40 miles from the Canadian border. For the last ten days or so, we’ve had hot, sunny weather. People walk up and down Church Street wearing shorts and sunburns. Down at the lake, 50 sailboats bob at their […]

Bad Science, Bad Law

I spend a fair amount of time reading popular journals and lately, I keep running across Harvard’s Edmund O. Wilson promoting his new book, which is about something he calls “consilience.” If I understand Dr. Wilson correctly, what he means by consilience is that common ground of understanding that joins several academic disciplines. Dr. Wilson […]

How to Lie with Statistics

One of the few college textbooks I still hold onto is a small volume by Darrell Huff called How to Lie With Statistics. It’s a humorous book that tells you how to make numbers say anything you want them to say. I was in Washington, DC last weekend, thinking about Mr. Huff and his book […]

Eat the Rich

I live in Vermont and I’m an outsider, an immigrant – a flatlander in local parlance. I’m not from around here. The local standard has it that to be considered a Vermonter, not only do you have to have been born here, but your parents have to have been born here, too. That’s setting the […]