David Sherman I’m sick of us older people being maligned, getting the short end of the stick or the straw or whatever we’re getting shorted on. My shorts do seem kind of short but that’s another story. There’s nothing wrong with the memories of those of us over a certain age. We’re not senile, forgetful, suffering from early-onset dementia or whatever it is they say we suffer from. Yes, sometimes I forget why I go into the kitchen and open the fridge. But the house is big and

Jim Withers J.D. Salinger had a knack for coming up with arresting titles: The Catcher in the Rye; Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters; A Perfect Day for Bananafish; For Esmé – with Love and Squalor. All intriguing. So, too, is Just Before the War with the Eskimos, a Salinger short story which appeared in the New Yorker in 1948 and as part of his Nine Stories collection. That title always intrigued me. Why would anyone want to fight the Inuit? It wasn’t really a thing – unti

White people, we are told by the current master of Mar-a-Lago North, have been “ very badly treated” by the mid-twentieth century Civil Rights Movement, which he considers a form of “ reverse discrimination.” The movement led by such titans as Martin Luther King Jr., whose memory was marked Monday with parades and services across the U.S. on the national holiday in his honour, made it possible for white and Black people to play sports together, to eat together in restaurants