ESSAY: A Moveable Feast

ESSAY: A Moveable Feast

By Tom Robotham The first time I visited Paris, in 1999, I was smitten. Unfortunately, due to financial and time constraints, another 17 years would pass before I was able to return. Since then, I’ve tried to make up for lost time, visiting the city every chance I...
ESSAY: A Moveable Feast

ESSAY: What Kind of American Are You?

By Tom Robotham Last month, I saw Alex Garland’s much-discussed film Civil War. Since then, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it. I don’t mean to imply that I think it’s a great movie. I continue to have mixed feelings about it. Nevertheless, the specter it...
ESSAY: A Moveable Feast

ESSAY: Leaving The Treehouse

By Tom Robotham For the last few weeks, I’ve been looking for a new apartment. It’s not that I’m unhappy with my current place. Not by a long shot. For 17 years, it has served me well. In the afternoons, on clear days, the living room is bathed in sunlight filtered by...
ESSAY: A Moveable Feast

ESSAY: The Slow Creep of Dementia

By Tom Robotham Recent speculations that President Biden is afflicted with dementia have caused me to reflect on the disturbing experience of watching my mother descend into her own delusional state of mind.  I’m not sure exactly when she began to show signs of it. I...
ESSAY: A Moveable Feast

ESSAY: Fast Times at Wagner High

By Tom Robotham It’s hard to believe, but it’s fact: This year, my high-school graduating class will celebrate its 50-year reunion. In recognition of this occasion, I find myself reflecting on my high-school experience.  From the beginning, it was pretty grim. My...
ESSAY: A Moveable Feast

Growing Up with The Beatles

By Tom Robotham In December, 1963, my sister received a package from her “pen pal” in Scotland. Inside, was a 45 rpm record made exclusively for the “official fan club” of a band called The Beatles. Although Beatlemania had not yet come to America, and I was only 7 at...