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Goodbye, Mr. Chippy

By Butch Dalisay | March 12, 2012 - 12:00am

I’m writing this on a chilly, late winter morning in my sister Elaine’s place in Centreville, Virginia, where I’m spending the weekend after attending a conference in Chicago.

Arts and Culture

Family time

By Butch Dalisay | November 8, 2010 - 12:00am

About a week ago at this same time, I was ironing a shirt in the basement of a townhouse in Centreville, Virginia, a suburb...

Arts and Culture

A walk in the park

By Butch Dalisay | December 25, 2006 - 12:00am

My sister Elaine and her husband Eddie treated us to a movie at the local Cineplex last weekend, and most of us voted to see Apocalypto, Mel Gibson’s latest foray into that special genre we’ll call...

Arts and Culture