Scott Prosterman: I knew coffee wasn’t good for me, but I kept drinking it. For several years, I did it socially, and even purchased it myself on a few occasions. Finally, I gave it up, at the same time I gave up booze, tobacco and other harsh substances. Coffee was interfering with my clear consciousness, and I could feel how it interfered with my sense of Oneness with the Universe.
As I stood in front of Dru’s grave, I was speechless, even in prayer. I was trying to make sense of 45,000 dead in Congo–people I had no ability to help. I was hoping that if I could reconnect with the death of one person who died senselessly and through no “mistake” of her own, other than being in the wrong place at the right time for her stalker, it would mitigate the anger I was feeling about the media pomp and circumstance over a celebrity’s death.
“As a candidate, John (McCain) has become a walking disaster,” the distraught voice calling from a Washington suburb told me late Thursday night. “As much as I once believed in him, now I’m really worried he’ll be a disaster as president. Maybe even worse than Bush, if that’s possible.” The voice belongs to an old […]
nonymous sources are the bane of a reporter’s existence, and have been at least since Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein used them extensively to unmask Watergate and topple Richard Nixon. Frankly, writing as someone who has been covering news since the late 1960s for everything from local newspapers to major market TV and radio stations […]