Fare Thee Well

Rough week. I'm very sad about the election. I'm very sorry for the country I loved. I also think that the best of our ancestors, wherever they came from, would remind us that courage, not cowardice, will set us free to live in hope and love whatever comes.

High time to get off Twitter and breathe less-toxic fumes. I don't know if the blue-sky place is any good. I suspect it's merely a happier waste of my time. I'm 72 now; time has increased in value considerably. I'm working on an anti-circumcision project, and I hope to update that right here.

Yeah, circumcision.

Think about it for half a minute. Circumcision.

I know. Who wants to ponder the routine, wholly unnecessary genital mutilation of newborns?

Me.

Thanks to all my followers and follows for years of fun and enlightenment. Be well. Be careful. Love each other and yourselves.

Pimping

Here’s a link to Simon & Schuster, who made a book of my 10 Esquire features about the World Trade Center rebuild—with scores of Joe Woolhead’s amazing on-site photos of the site rising from the rubble, & a gorgeous foreword by Colum McCann:

https://www.simonandschuster.biz/books/Once-More-to-the-Sky/Scott-Raab/9781982176143

Thank you.

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My last post here was 11/3/16. So what possibly could’ve happened during that stretch to convince me that I—a hugely lucky & privileged old white man who thinks he knows all there is to know about every fucking thing, & who had ample opportunity to say so publicly, for dollars and for decades—should basically shut the fuck up?

The question, for me at least, answers itself.

If you have any comments or questions, ask me here & I’ll respond.