In Plain Engel-ish

Living in a Jewish household, with no Santa ever sliding down the chimney, our one magical home invasion did not involve presents under a tree but cash under a pillow. And the Tooth Fairy had a distinct advantage in making me feel special. No Christmas gifts showering the whole family indiscriminately. No, sir, that Fairy made a beeline to my bedroom, my pillow alone, rewarding me for being a Big Boy in the face of a harrowing dental amputation. The magic of the experience might be dampened today with the availability of the Delta Dental Tooth Fairy Poll website, which...

Oh, those poor Germans: not the country, not the people, but the language. To other Europeans and to those of us speaking English all over the world, German sounds as airy and charming as muddy boots on the porch. Holy Roman Emperor Charles V coined it best. In the 1500s, when he ruled over most of Western Europe, he needed to be tetralingual. I could have written “quadrilingual” but that doesn’t sound any less pretentious. When asked how he kept all four languages straight in his mind, he famously replied: “I speak Spanish to my God, Italian to women I...

Even as a child growing up in Indianapolis, I knew that my hometown was not the magnificent megalopolis of New York City nor even the metropolis of much-closer Chicago. Though we who lived there often nicknamed our city “Indy”, those visiting from bigger places were known to call us “Naptown” or, my personal favorite, “Indian-Noplace.” But what a lucky child I was to live in the city with the largest children’s museum in the country. And the showpiece of this incredible museum was dead ahead of me the minute I walked inside. Very dead ahead — 65 million years dead....

Some would say not to open an essay with such a peculiar topic. Some would suggest I ease off a bit from my fascination with vocabulary and write about something less “wordy.” Someday I shall, but today I’d like to begin with a somewhat unusual subject which deals with the matter of… some.  But not the usual use of “some,” as in “an unspecified number of people or things.” No, I am thinking of “some” as an expression of admiration for an achievement, as in “That was some party!” or, even better, “That is some fine way to begin this...

I was waiting with my full grocery cart behind the woman being checked out. It was a Thursday, senior discount day. The woman seemed ancient, quite stooped, breathing a bit heavily. The young clerk at the register was making small talk while he scanned her items. He could have been her grandson — actually, her great-grandson.  He was absolutely charming with her: warm, funny, kind, engaged and engaging. I hadn’t seen a young man whose demeanor was that delightful since I don’t know when. Oh, I do know when: when I was looking in the mirror as a teenager. Yes,...