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Aunt Millie's legacy

In the blood: My aunt's legacy

While her younger sisters climbed the financial and social ladders of money and respectability, my Aunt Millie was content with her little row home and her job as an accountant. She managed to leave something of value nevertheless.
Jackie Schifalacqua

Jackie Schifalacqua

Essays 3 minute read
Mumbai, 2008: The bartender had bigger plans, apparently.

The making of a terrorist, 1984

‘I am a man': The making of a terrorist, 1984

Daood the Philly bartender claimed to be a Shiite. He claimed to own an arsenal of guns. He also claimed to have a sure-fire tip on the Super Bowl. Patrons at the Khyber Pass North used to laugh at him. No more.
Joy Tomme

Joy Tomme

Essays 4 minute read
Endangered species?

How to save the Mummers Parade

Farewell, Dad Vail— But now let's save the Mummers

So Philadelphia may have lost the Dad Vail Regatta to Rumson, N.J. The beloved but dwindling Mummers Parade could be next. How can it be saved? By turning the parade around.

Franklin Roberts

Essays 4 minute read
Yeats: Great poet, atrocious citizen.

The trouble with government arts grants

Arts funding: It's all fixed (and everyone prefers it that way)

So you think the new Pew Fellowships procedures are flawed? Try negotiating the political thicket of government arts councils. For one thing, taste is never objective. For another, great artists aren't necessarily good citizens or even nice people. Small wonder that most art contests are implicitly fixed in the first place.
J.T. Barbarese

J.T. Barbarese

Essays 8 minute read
Is there no escaping this gizmo?

A cell phone adventure

Reach out and touch someone (for mature audiences only)

My cell phone was a source of constant irritation, mainly because it constantly reminded me how old and technically challenged I am. But it did open up a new world to me, although not the way you might think.

Reed Stevens

Essays 7 minute read
'Duck and Cover Drill,' by Nancy Baker: What do you do in a mass shelter?

Help me make it through the night

A hard rain, and no escape: The forgotten man's lament

When you're a blue-collar guy living paycheck-to-paycheck, without a sophisticated worldview or even a car or credit cards, how do you respond to impending natural disaster or nuclear holocaust? For that matter, what do you do when the military sends you to fight overseas?
J.T. Barbarese

J.T. Barbarese

Essays 6 minute read
If Kathleen Chalfant will take my calls, why won't the Pew?

My Pew Fellowships application

Dear Pew Fellowships: Why are you being so difficult?

Under the new guidelines for the Pew Fellowships in the Arts, we artists can't apply directly for grants. So I guess I'll just have to file my application here and hope that some of the Pew's “anonymous nominators” are reading.

Anne Hamilton

Essays 4 minute read
The fun couple, Christina and Jeff: Spare us the high-fives, please.

Why I despise the Eagles

A yuppie treadmill, or: Why I despise the Philadelphia Eagles

I watch every Philadelphia Eagles game religiously, hoping in my inner heart that they will lose. From their yuppie owner to their corporate coach to their passionless quarterback, is this a team you really want to root for?
Bob Ingram

Bob Ingram

Essays 4 minute read
Former Pew fellow Pupi Legarreta: Would he qualify today?

The Pew Fellowships go top-down

A vision derailed: The Pew giveth, and the Pew taketh away

Under a visionary program, since 1991 the Pew Fellowships have distributed $12 million directly to 237 outstanding and singular artists, many of whom would have been overlooked by establishment "experts" if not allowed to submit their own applications. But under the Pew's newly announced procedures, deserving artists must wait to be anointed by a panel of 30 anonymous nominators. If there's a good reason for this change, the Pew hasn't revealed it.
Jonathan M. Stein

Jonathan M. Stein

Essays 8 minute read
Do I look like someone with Alzheimer's?

My health care Catch-22

No good deed goes unpunished: Your health care system in peace and war

Like a Good Wife I worried that I might have inherited my poor mother's Alzheimer's. So I went to see a neurologist, who gave me a clean bill of health. Big mistake.

Reed Stevens

Essays 3 minute read