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New York Post: Confessions of a one-season department-store Santa

New York Post, December 24, 2021 Confessions of a one-season department-store Santa by James Bovard   In the fall of 1977, I moved to Boston seeking literary triumphs and intellectual stimulation. As a 21-year-old college dropout from the mountains of Virginia who had just sold his first article, I assumed I could easily rack up […]

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The FBI’s Forgotten Crimes Against Richard Jewell

People in Washington think I'm a redneck, and rednecks think I'm an undercover fed. Maybe dropping out of that finishing school was a mistake. https://t.co/5vu9AtiQsA — James Bovard (@JimBovard) September 17, 2020 The FBI’s Forgotten Crimes Against Richard Jewell by James Bovard A new movie about Richard Jewell is reminding Americans of one of the […]

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Why I Write

Mises Institute, August 11, 2020 Why I Write by James Bovard I was born in Iowa, raised in the mountains of Virginia, and attended Virginia Tech sporadically from 1974 to 1976 before dropping out to try my luck writing. At some point in the late 1970s, individual liberty became my highest political value and I […]

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Confessions of a One Season Santa – WSJ

In my wayward youth, I worked one season as a Santa Claus at a Filene’s Department Store in Boston.  I wrote up that escapade for the Wall Street Journal in 2011.  This piece is an outtake from Public Policy Hooligan – which includes some other details of that gig not fit for a family newspaper. The […]

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My Last Father’s Day Letter (2001)

I was sorting through the clutter on a kitchen desk this morning and stumbled across the letter reposted below.  I wrote this shortly after my father had been diagnosed with the leukemia that would finish him off the following February.  This was the kind of letter that it is easy to put off writing – […]

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Easter & My Insane Rabbit-Terrorist Gig in Boston

Technically, I was never an Easter Rabbit – at least not that I can remember. (Some Easter dinners involved way too much beer.) But when I lived in Boston, I served time as a Beatrix Potter promotion rabbit at a Filene’s Department store in nearby Manchester, New Hampshire. Except that the bizarre outfit looked more […]

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