I Can Still Feel That Mexican Embrace

by Kevin Burton    There is a cove that I visit, a path where I meander, to which no one on earth can follow.    I don’t go often, but when I go, I go down deep.    Out of despair from not being able to break into journalism, I decided at 24 to go …

God’s Impetuous Child Lives At My House

by Kevin Burton    I actually did this, I promise. Neither Winston Churchill nor any other learned observer from the past, present or future, would have called this “my finest hour.”    I bring you this, even though there may be somebody reading Page 7 for the first time today. Sheesh.     There was a …

Turning My NFL Sunday Inside Out

by Kevin Burton    I don’t know what that was last Sunday, but it was something, and it was personal.    Was it a self-boycott, playing hooky, a tantrum ( I am good at those)?    I guess it was the fantasy football version of the line “I’m just tired and bored with myself” from …

Could You Leave The United States?

by Kevin Burton    Amber Blackmon told her story Monday on insider.com, I wish she had told more of it.    Or maybe it’s better this way. Maybe we are meant to insert our own details into what she has given.    The story hit home because she did something I sort of did years …