Victor Davis Hanson But no problem. At the ER, they gave me Benadryl and some tests, and I was out in a few hours. So, it would be now, too. The doctor there had said, “You have an allergy to something. And oh, by the way, you have a large kidney stone on your scan.” […]
Victor Davis Hanson I have lived on my farm for the most part of my 72 years. In all of them, I have lived amid pollinating orchards—plums, apricots, pears, and now almonds. These species required dozens of rented beehives at bloom. In the last few decades, perhaps the Africanized hybrid strains seem a bit more
Victor Davis Hanson discusses last December’s viral Compact Magazine article “The Lost Generation,” written by Jacob Savage—the merits of Savage’s argument and what varying critiques have addressed. Share This
Victor Davis Hanson The big bike crack-up came years later. In fairness, I would again say it was my fault and preventable. My bike had an invisible hairline crack on the carbon fork from a prior fall years earlier. As I was riding, the top of my tire kept rubbing the side of the fork.
Victor Davis Hanson advises politicians to be more explicit in their prevention of radical Islamic terrorist attacks. Share This
Victor Davis Hanson By midnight, the fever had climbed higher, and there was minimal choice. The Libyan minders arrived, worried that I had food poisoning or some other bad experience that might sour our once-happy plans for national conciliation. After a brief consultation, they notified the proper port authorities. I was allowed off the boat,
Victor Davis Hanson By 1996, I had settled down to an academic life, if teaching four and five courses a semester seemed a normal scholarly career. I puttered rather than worked with my siblings on the farm and turned my attention to my great-great-grandmother’s house that was falling apart. We had no money, but I
Victor Davis Hanson analyzes the results of “Trump-Jacksonian” foreign policy and outlines possibilities for the foreign affairs of 2026. Share This
Victor Davis Hanson I was feeling great by 1987, some eight years after my near-death experience in Greece. True, I had been deemed a “failure” at 25 for having a PhD in Classics from Stanford only between 1980 to 1984 to prune vines, drive a tractor, and do manual farm chores, with a growing family
Victor Davis Hanson The plane to SFO landed at 2:00 AM on a delayed flight in July 1979. At the airport my father was waiting with his Vista Cruiser used station wagon, all the seats down with a bed made up. By the time we got out of customs, the garage, and on the road,