Washington Diarist: Homeland
June 24, 2002
FOR A YEAR AND A HALF now, my husband and I have lived in a tall, tomato-red house near the southern end of Washington's Embassy Row. Built in 1898, the house had the exact combination of personality and sturdiness we had been looking for. Just as important, it came with an array of age-related quirks that scared away all other potential buyers. This allowed us to avoid the bloody bidding wars so common in D.C.
The Leader of the Opposition
January 18, 1993
Jeffrey Rosen on the tortuous jurisprudence of Antonin Scalia.
Why I Hate Christmas
December 31, 1990
When I was a kid in Minnesota my family had a huge Scandinavian feast every Christmas Eve, complete with two dozen relatives, three feet of snow, a mountainous evergreen trimmed to the top, a six-course dinner with lutefisk and turkey and eight or ten pies, long-winded after-dinner stories about baseball and World War II, and, of course, lots of brightly wrapped presents. It has taken me three decades of rigorous economics training and life on the East Coast to shake off the warm nostalgia of those holidays.
The Best Hit Piece Against the Pilgrims of All Time
December 01, 1920
"We Shouldn't Be Grateful to the Pilgrims," by Charles Beard