Concord
A hundred and fifty years ago this month, a Union officer from Chesterfield wrote a letter to his local newspaper, the Sentinel in Keene, about a national craze. He had just revisited the battlefield at Bull Run, where his regiment had fought the previous summer. The public and passing soldiers had stripped the battlefield…
April 5, 2012
If you go . . . What: "Voices from the Front: New Hampshire and the American Civil War," through Dec. 31. Where: Museum of New Hampshire History, 6 Eagle Square, Concord, just off Main Street across from the State House. When: Tuesday through Saturday, 9:30 a.m. to 5 p.m., and Sunday, noon to 5 p.m. Open Monday 9:30 a.m. to 5 p.m. from July 1 through Oct. 15 and in December.…
April 5, 2012
For the past few years I've had the privilege each January to spend an hour or two with graduate students in a course on presidential leadership. On the basis of my career as a journalist during many New Hampshire primaries and many administrations, my job is to share with them my ideas about what makes a good president. Today's the day for the seminar, and I pulled out my list…
January 15, 2012
We couldn't leave Paris without a walk down the Champs Elysees. For four days we had feasted on bread, cheese, wine and art, art, art. Our legs ached, but the night glowed, and who knew when the chance would come again? We caught the Metro to the Charles de Gaulle Etoile, emerged into the pale orange light and…
December 24, 2011
Anywhere along the ride with Christophe Clement, a vacant field or an old building or a forest path may whisper to him from the past. He hears ghosts - the dying at the makeshift military hospital, the Americans aboard the crashed C-46, the unlucky political prisoners on the last train east before the liberators reached…
December 18, 2011
Graffiti near Jim Morrison's grave in the Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.
Mike Pride/ For the Monitor
December 16, 2011
Greek statuary in the Louvre.
December 16, 2011
Parisian street scene
December 16, 2011
Cemetery at Aisne-Marne
December 13, 2011
As I drove my old boss George Wilson home from lunch one day a couple of years ago, he stopped in mid-sentence and said, "Mike, I've lost my words." It was an astonishing moment. Words were George's life. He was a fast and formidable reader with a vacuum-cleaner mind and a silver tongue. But now George had Alzheimer's. His eloquence had masked it for a while,…
November 18, 2011