Bill Kauffman

The mural painted on my envisioned Thelonious Monk Alley would feature images of little Thelonious in his fireman’s cap, surrounded by firemen, and the adult Thelonious at the piano

A circuit that was born in Batavia in 1939 died in Manhattan’s oppressive Time-Life Building

To read is to invite derision, especially if you grew up in a working-class town

Should the state of New York be divided into two states?

If the stars of the generation then passing burned less brightly in the firmament, well, then it was up to me to illuminate them

The 19th Amendment is a matter of Upstate New York regional pride

A school, whether consisting of one room or 20 rooms, ought to embody and reinforce a sense of place

‘To-day the doctor says I must die — all is over with me — ah, so young to die’

Shrink state power so radically that policy disagreements would be akin to flyweight arguments over the merits of Coke vs Pepsi

The late great American astronomer Leslie Peltier was onto something

We will learn once more that ’tis better to be a flower-seeker than a power-seeker

In the event of the gun confiscation fancied by the Democratic party’s billionaires and its NPR tote-bag carriers, the hinterlands will not submit

Black Mountain left a mark on her and her husband Bill