Suprise Me

The summer of 1961, the place—the Federal Justice Building in Connecticut, the courtroom for hearings before the Selective Service hearing officer, me. By refusing to accept the legitimacy of the draft, I received a federal order to appear before a judge who would accept my refusal or punish me with a two-year prison sentence for… Read More

It was the dark winter solstice of December 2020.  Everything was shut down because of COVID, and vaccines were a mere glimmer.  Life was suspended.  Work had stopped abruptly one day in March—I was too old to risk showing up in person, and virtual options were poor—so de facto retirement came more suddenly than I… Read More

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  Retrospect: The Boomer Intervention By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 Preface: In the quaint town of Nostalgia Falls, where rotary phones still mysteriously worked and ‘kids these days’ were a constant source of bewilderment, a rebellion was brewing. Three fed-up offspring, fueled by caffeine and a desperate need for peace and quiet, hatched… Read More

I am so glad I am not in middle school and no longer have to deal with cliques and mean girls. Thank goodness I grew up and survived that phase of life. Read More

The people of "La Po’lvora," and especially the children, will always remain in my heart and mind as exemplars of the utmost courtesy and compassion in a time of dire need. They showed us something much deeper than just “good manners.” Read More

And finally, when did us older folk as individuals become “we” and seem to merit attention as if we were dumb, blind and simple?  As in, how are “we” feeling? Read More

    Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/5/2025 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2025 Preface: In a world where the line between reality and a particularly vivid fever dream continues to blur, the Driscoll Dispatch remains your trusty guide through the delightfully disorienting landscape of the present. This week, we explore the rise of sentient… Read More

If home is the place “where everybody knows your name,” where you have friends that date back over 50 years, Evanston is my home town. Read More

How to Raise a City Kid Years ago when our son was a toddler many of our friends began fleeing to the suburbs.  They couldn’t imagine raising a child in Manhattan with all the dirt and crime. “But think of  the culture!”,  I would say. At the Met Museum five-year-old Noah,  wide-eyed at Arms &… Read More