We’re thinking about dad this week. And in upcoming blog posts, we’ll be sharing essays, personal stories and remembrances of time spent with dad. Dad who always has the answers. Dad who knows all the questions. Dad who seems to know all. But today, we have just one question: Why is it always so hardContinue reading
I always wait until the last minute to buy Christmas and Chanukah presents for my family. It’s not because shopping slips my mind, or because I forget about the holidays or my family, but mostly because I never know what to get my family. I generally end up buying them things I would actually likeContinue reading
Here at Algonquin, we like to celebrate the playoffs in true American style: by kicking up our feet, turning on the tube, and belting “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” while eating bacon-wrapped hot dogs and petting a Bald Eagle. And who better to help us celebrate than baseball connoisseur Josh Wilker, author of Cardboard Gods?Continue reading
When I was ten years old, I had to have minor surgery. As a result, I was forced to spend the summer moping around the house, wearing an insanely large bandage over my right shoulder. I couldn’t do much aside from read until my father introduced me to the racetrack. I became obsessed watching televisedContinue reading
Today we add a new pastime to the list of America’s favorites–apple pie, baseball, singing flight attendants and, now, Josh Wilker’s brilliant memoir, Cardboard Gods. The 1970s was a decade marked by Vietnam, Watergate, counterculture, sexual liberation, and stadium rock. For Josh Wilker, it was a time spent navigating a challenging childhood in which onlyContinue reading