The Yokelocracy strikes back


I live in the “nice” part of St Louis. This week, it isn’t my neighborhood on fire. But there is a pall over things here, and rightly so. You pass fully-armed HUM-Vs painted in desert colors on the way to the grocery, so it’s little wonder that when you get to your destination, everybody stares nervously down at their shoes …


Elegy for my mentor, Joe Coates

Joe Coates

It was with great sadness that I learned recently of the death of my friend and mentor, Joseph F. Coates. It is with an equal sense of joy and gratitude that I shall tell you about the man I knew and his contributions to the intellectual world which touched his family, friends, colleagues, and leaders around the world. Joe Coates …