D.R. Bahlman

In my work covering courts for the newspaper then flagged as the (Troy) Times-Record, I closely observed jurors as they looked, listened and learned in court. Each time, I grew

I think of that old mower when I see modern ones at work. Some of them can turn on a dime. Turning the Locke required planning, cautious execution, patience and

WILLIAMSTOWN — I placed bets on thoroughbred horse races long before I watched one at a track.

Many landmarks of my youth have disappeared from the scene, so my frequent glances at the former library — long since repurposed as a private residence — are reassuring.

In bygone days, I sought to amuse myself and others by engaging telemarketers in conversation that I was careful to tinge with vague suggestions that I was ready to make

The house had been cat-less for more than two years since Sadie’s death. By whichever measure we applied, the time never seemed quite right to choose successors of those much-beloved

For many years during my time as a faculty brat (I attended my first Williams commencement in June 1960), the event was high on my not-to-be-missed list.

They weren’t exactly a “fad” (you couldn’t wear one, a barber or hairdresser couldn’t shave or sculpt one), but slide rules nevertheless became what might be called academically fashionable in

For reasons I can’t put a finger on, I’ve watched more of this year’s Olympics than I have in decades.

I still can’t answer the questions about Bobby Kennedy that I pondered in 1969, but I’m saddened by imagining a soul bound so thoroughly by the chains of grief, anger