Not my idea of ‘Texan’

    I remember being at many enjoyable places with my grandfather, M.K. Young. But I knew his favorite place, regardless of locale: the fence line.    Wherever he was, he went to the stranger next door. Whatever the circumstance, he struck up a conversation. In the campground. In a son’s neighborhood. At a roadside stop.…

Why keep playing Reagan’s game?

    Scanning the ranks of the noble Tea Party protesters — exiles of conscience, taxed into penury without representation — it’s hard to ignore one impression:     For oppressed people, they haven’t missed many meals.     Also: Apparently they had their attentions turned to the buffet table throughout the Bush administration.     …