There is a soundtrack to my life. For example, The other day I said, “Hey Google! Play Patsy Cline.” And then explained to Riley and Tae how when we were dating, Tara gave me Patsy Cline’s Greatest Hits on tape and I’d listen to it as I drove from Palo Alto to Modesto to go see her. “Glory Days” and “Rosalita” were staples every time that Dennis and Cesar Capio, Eric Schiffman and I drove down the shore in the mid-80s. Hearing those songs today takes me straight back to the C

Riley, age 16, marched from the White House to the Capitol with hundreds of other school students yesterday to ask for better gun control in our country. Thank you to her and to all the young people who came out across the country yesterday. You don’t have the vote yet but you do have right on your side. Soon enough, your voice will not just be heard in marches, but at the ballot box as well. Young people tend to have a flare for the dramatic and their signs reflect that: “Do

Who says money isn't just laying on the ground? Or floating in the sea? The folks at Plastic Bank (www.plasticbank.org) had the keen insight that material as valuable as cash is in fact laying on the ground, just waiting to be washed into the sea...if nobody picks it up first. The material is plastic. And Plastic Bank's simple but revolutionary idea is to create a system in which plastic itself is acceptable as cash so that the world's poorest may pay for groceries, clothes,

Jim and I had broken away from the other eight 15-year olds in our group and from the guide who was leading us on a hike through the Badlands in South Dakota. It was late afternoon. July, 1984. Geology has always kind of bored me and that is what our guide was discussing, with good reason. The Badlands are a brilliant example of earth’s timeline--all its epochs laid out before one’s eyes. Or, at least I think so. Geology isn’t what I remember from that summer afternoon. Away