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J.P. Devine
  • Published
    March 18, 2012

    Remains of an old Irish lot

    It's here again. As I write this it's here, and as you read this, it's over. It's St. Patrick's feast day, that day when the first born on American soil celebrated by cooking up corned beef and cabbage, and when my grandfather slammed his beer glass down on the bar at Skeeter O'Neils and shouted, "Tell me again just exactly who it was who could afford corned beef?"

  • Published
    March 11, 2012

    The order and the disorder

    If I turn my head slightly to the left, I can see it from here.

  • Published
    February 26, 2012

    J.P. DEVINE: Ego 1, Yoga 0

    A review of William Broad's new book, "The Science of Yoga: The Risks and the Rewards" recently appeared in these pages. It seems to lean heavily on the risks part.

  • Published
    February 12, 2012

    J.P. DEVINE: Consider actors as you zip

    Last night you taped your favorite shows. You had other things to do and games to watch before bed. You taped "Glee," "Modern Family," "Hawaii 5-0" and a movie, and you've settled in to watch them. In the middle of the story, up pops that annoying commercial. So you pick up that new remote and zip forward. Whooosh! We all do that. We're busy people for whom instant gratification isn't fast enough.

  • Published
    January 29, 2012

    J.P. DEVINE: Kodak’s final moment

    August 1941. Petty Officer Matt Devine stood behind the family’s peeling green lawn bench, his hands behind him. He was on a short leave and anxious to get out of this hot backyard and over to Mary Viellas’ before he had to catch his train.

  • Published
    January 22, 2012

    J.P. DEVINE: My first love? Think Twinkie

    One day at recess in the school yard at St. Mary and Joseph Catholic School, I fell down and seriously skinned my knee. Everyone laughed and ran off, except for Mary Lister.

  • Published
    January 15, 2012

    J.P. DEVINE: No snow? Know snow

    "You call this snow?" he shouts down from the top of his truck.

  • Published
    January 8, 2012

    J.P. DEVINE: A new goodbye; a long goodbye

    She stands at the gate watching her son board the bus. She talks to him on her cellphone. She is in her late 70s, maybe a well-kept, fit 80. He is seated now and she can't see him, but he's there on her cell, where they keep up the conversation they started at breakfast. They continued in the car probably, going over the little things.

  • Published
    December 24, 2011

    J.P. DEVINE: Making it home for the holidays

    They're coming. They're coming home from every point on the compass: Kabul, Berlin, Korea. They're coming from Los Angeles, Chicago, El Paso, Eagle Pass and Tampico.

  • Published
    December 18, 2011

    J.P. DEVINE: Angels and egg nog

    They always start when I'm decorating the tree. I've got the ornament box out. I've poured myself some fat-free low-cal organic egg nog, and I turn the flat screen on for some Christmas music, and there it is, the first of them, the weepy-every-year-at-this-time-traditional Christmas movies. It's 4 in the afternoon, and it's as dark as 9 at night, as I try to ignore them. That's impossible.

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