Vic Socotra - Purveryor of Glib words to the world, and Man Friday to the great Architect itself.
on December 11th, 2013
(Prisoner at the Yokosuka, Japan, police station. He is eating a cracker, which my pal Tom “Big Smoke” Duvall provided to make the interrogation more effective. Everyone else in the room had a glass of tea and the interrogee eventually discovered how really thirsty he was….Photo Big Smoke.) I am starting to panic. The radio [...]
on December 10th, 2013
Two to five inches of the white stuff, they say. Not that much, really. Not by any rational standards. I was talking to Tracy O’Grady at the apex of the Amen Corner at her Willow restaurant about how we people of the Great Lakes deal with the eternal nature of the snow. She is from [...]
on December 9th, 2013
(There are only four ornaments on the tree, so far. Two I found in a plastic tray that must have been in Big Mama’s mud room, and commemorate the Central Building and the Rose Hill Schools where she was educated in the little Ohio River Valley town of Belleaire, and was the first of her [...]