• Sitting Down in the Deep End

    It was an oppressively cold day in New York. The wind was particularly icy. I was huddled between my girlfriend and a posse of union organizers. By nightfall over 14 million people would have marched against the US invasion of Iraq all over the world. In New York City, it felt li…

  • A Predator's Guide to Breaking Up

    A sawdust joint is an end-of-the line kind of gambling parlor. It's a place without frills and pretension.This column will be about gambling and gamblers; about regular people who play games for money. Most won't be geniuses or savants. Some will win a little money. Many will los…