Archaeological Site of Ancient Troy
After a rental car odyssey, trekking 215-miles southwest of Istanbul, Clay spends a magical afternoon at the site of Homer’s epic, the Iliad.
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Map of the World of the Iliad, c. 1200 BCE.
Clay and his daughter make a long-planned pilgrimage to Troy, the site of the ancient epic the Iliad.
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Picasso’s famous 1937 painting Guernica.
Why is it that the innocent are always the ones to suffer?
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A fresco by artist Cesare Maccari (1840-1919) depicting Roman Consul Cicero (63 BCE) denouncing Catiline's conspiracy to overthrow the Republic in the Roman senate.
America’s Founding Fathers drew heavily on the last years of the Roman Republic in crafting our nation’s founding documents, foreseeing both the promise and the frailties of a Republic. 
Robert Frost in 1961, at the age of 86, reciting his poem
Can Artificial Intelligence reliably rank the 10 greatest poems of all time?
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Cover image for the book Volga Blues by Marzio Mian.
My friend, the Italian journalist Marzio Mian, has just published a remarkable book on his monthlong underground journey along Russia’s sacred Volga River. Part travelogue, part Russian history, and part exploration of the dense, tragic Russian soul in a time of brutal war, the book is a powerful read when America’s place in world affairs is significantly unsettled.
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Abbey Road Album Cover
I don’t know exactly what I expected from my personal downsizing campaign, but something really interesting is happening to me.
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Route 66 road sign

An Age of Disillusionment

What Is our American Story as the Nation’s 250th Birthday Approaches?
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Author John Steinbeck at work.
One of the great things about reading a lot is that it gives you the insights of triangulation. One book illuminates, interprets, and perhaps even disagrees with another, though the authors never met.
Ai image of Clay behind the wheel of the Caddy with the late Senator Alan Simpson in the middle and author Jack Kerouac riding shotgun.
I nearly ran out of gas yesterday on a remote highway in the Bitterroot Mountains. It was a winding, narrow road with no shoulder to pull off onto ... but more of this crisis later in the story.