While I know, dear reader, that you were not expecting to hear those words from this scribe, it seemed to me high time that I express my profound admiration for that proud protector of American exceptionalism – the card carrying Republican voter. So, fellow quixotic pessimist, pardon me while I address myself directly to those ...
In the spring of 1972, in my senior year at Tulane I took a graduate level seminar in the Latin American Studies department. The requirement for the course was to write a seminar paper of some length about a subject approved by the professor. My subject was US foreign policy toward Cuba. And, oh, how ...
When I was starting this blog a few months ago, I chose to name it the Quixotic Deacon. I explained that decision in my first post. I said that I chose it because “Tilting At Windmills” was already taken. In choosing to name my blog after Cervantes’ famous mad idealist, I signaled to you, dear ...
