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We are free to do most anything, yet, understanding so little about freedom, we confuse it with license, as we confuse living with style.
By Sy SafranskyFebruary 1978This is all in service of an excuse to reissue a bunch of bicentennial humor that ran on WDBS from the fall of ’75 to July 4, 1976. There were well over a hundred different “bicentennial minutes,” and what follows was excerpted from the worst of them.
By David SearlsJuly 1977It is April and the cold wind shears through Spring, sharp and strident, cutting away the warmth that had been nuzzling the earth. The daffodils have been shredded and the azaleas’ fragile blooms are scissored to limp bits of faded rag.
By Judy BrattenMay 1977There are those of us, not many formerly counted among your admirers, who to date take heart from reports of your activities which mayhap (dare we so hope?) indicate the formulation of a Coolidgean policy of saying little and doing less.
By Frank D. Rich Jr.March 1977The approach and arrival of the Bicentennial year has evoked considerable analyses of North American political retrospective. While most diagnoses conclude an ailing bi-centenarian suffering from blunted thrust to blemished future, few prescribe remedies for this ailing body politic.
By Frank D. Rich Jr.July 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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