Articles by Dennis Dennis

Dennis E. Powell is crackpot-at-large to Open for Business. Powell was an award-winning reporter in New York and elsewhere before moving to Ohio and becoming a full-time crackpot. You can reach him at dep@drippingwithirony.com.

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The View from Mudsock Heights: Memories of a Big, National, Overly Covered Trial

By Dennis Dennis | Jul 27, 2011 at 18:48

This month saw the end of another murder trial that was covered by the news media as if it were of vast national importance. I’ve always puzzled over how this case and not that one is chosen for close and continuing scrutiny, and I’ve concluded it is the same phenomenon that causes the goldfish to erupt in a feeding frenzy over this flake of fish food and not that one.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Putting History in Some Small Perspective

By Dennis Dennis | Jul 14, 2011 at 16:29

This time of year, I’m drawn to think of the people who founded this country — no surprise there; it’s what the 4th of July is all about — and the kind of world they occupied while creating the form of government we have today.

The View from Mudsock Heights: It's Always a Little Disappointing When Mysteries Get Solved

By Dennis Dennis | Jun 30, 2011 at 10:06

She was very old and very sick, and she knew that she did not have long to live. This was a few years ago. She was the great aunt of a friend, and I ended up speaking with her for awhile, though we did not know each other.

The View from Mudsock Heights: The Recent Scandal that Exposed the Dangers of that “Send” Button

By Dennis Dennis | Jun 22, 2011 at 23:29

The, um, member of Congress is gone, but his sorry tale should remain as a lesson: anything you do on the Internet, even when you think it is private, is there forever and can come back to bite you.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Sometimes Movies are Fine the First Time Around

By Dennis Dennis | Jun 20, 2011 at 14:37

Okay, I confess it: I like the Harry Potter movies. No, I’ve never read any of the books, either for my own enjoyment or to children, the usual adult excuse for having read them. My association with the long Potter saga is limited to the movies. Fact is, I was late even to those, having seen the first few on DVD years after they were in theatres.

The View From Mudsock Heights: We Have Our Own National Geographic Specials Right Here

By Dennis Dennis | Jun 8, 2011 at 18:21

The day was sunny and warm at the Lake Placid, New York, horse show, the skies clear as can be. The altitude lent a certain dry coolness to the air — it didn’t feel as hot as it was — and made sunburn likely.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Bird Watching Here Involves the Good Robin and the Bad Robin

By Dennis Dennis | May 23, 2011 at 12:10

They say that mules are stubborn, but my money is on robins. Well, at least the robin that has been trying to build a nest on my porch light.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Not Everything Should be Looked Upon As Sport

By Dennis Dennis | May 15, 2011 at 23:24

Why have we come to treat everything as if it were a sporting event? Come to think of it, why do we treat sporting events as we do? I can’t imagine that I’m the only one who wondered this while watching last week’s reaction to the good news that Osama had gotten popped in the noggin (and as a result learned that it was a mistranslation and the “72 virgins” are really “72 white raisins,” which ain’t much to get by on when you’re talking all eternity, even if you eat them slowly).

The View from Mudsock Heights: When Men Were Men, Radio was Radio, and Tape Editing was Tape Editing

By Dennis Dennis | May 4, 2011 at 19:16

The email message was a happy surprise. A fellow in California, at something called the “L.A. Theatre Works,” was putting together a project (he did not say what) and wondered if I still have the original tapes (I don’t) from a radio report I did in 1983. His email note to me was above a long series of messages and replies he had sent to and received from others, in pursuit of the missing audio.

The View from Mudsock Heights: I Remember Mr. Biellier for More Than the Egg A Day Chicken

By Dennis Dennis | Apr 18, 2011 at 10:36

My cousin Alan in Missouri sends news that Harold Biellier has died. The report made me sad. Not because it was a tremendous surprise: Mr. Biellier was 90. Nor was he someone critical to my day-to-day existence: I doubt I’ve seen him even once in the last 40 years. I know I haven’t in the last 35.

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