RovinCrone

My life has changed enormously during the past year. Back in February I was leading a life of what Thoreau called quiet desperation, spend...

One morning the old guy who lives down the hall walked up and asked loudly whether I had been out drinking in the parking lot the previous n...

A beginning student of anthropology is likely to be struck by the amount of time “primitive” people must spend on finding food. They hunt or...

The past few months seem all too much like the late sixties, when after centuries of oppression and the assassination of Martin Luther King,...

Jessica Bennett wrote in a recent New York Times article that there is a silver lining to the mask problem, at least for women. Those of ...

The kind of office you have was once a status symbol. When I began working for the American Medical Association in the early sixties, I shar...

Using personal protection equipment (PPE) to protect ourselves and others from transmission of the covid-19 virus sounded simple and nonco...

Only a few months ago life was “normal,” whatever that means. We walked around without masks, hugged each other or held hands as we walked,...

Over the past several years I have blogged about my travels less and less, both as a result of aging and because I haven’t been able to tr...

Now I have some idea of what life must be like for refugees. No hot water, no electricity, no laundry, no cell phone service or internet...