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(General Smedley Butler. Photo USMC) Splash was energized. He had smoked nearly a quarter of a pack of Marlboros and contributed some actual thoughts to the essay the junior attorney would not approve for general distribution. She was a little huffy about that, and suggested we do something that was mildly controversial when Socotra House […]
Author’s Note: It is twenty-one years ago this chapter of the Alphabet Cities was fashioned from random electrons. The city in question was Shanghai, a more exotic location than it is now. It is funny to look back across the bridge of age and recall how we traveled this wonderful world. One of the ways […]
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The number of flashing red lights is past the critical stage. We had a solid “red” on the I&W deck already. We are now watching the start of tactical deployment. The consensus at Refuge Farm’s Writer’s Section thinks it likely that it is war next week. The Russian ground exercise in Belarus is in progress […]
Editor’s Note: Minor chaos at The Farm this morning. Joyful but tinged with more mildly alarming financial news from the Fed. First off, and with joy, Marlow and W have a postscript to their rumination about rural rambling. Here in Culpeper? A Presidential visit to our little town yesterday presented the divide in current American […]
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Splash was up early and went outside in the pre-dawn. The local temperature sensor claimed it was 22 degrees, fully ten below freezing under clear skies. Whatever that drone thing is that appears in the evening sky still blinked prominently to the east as the real stars faded in the growing light. He closed the […]
we’re in the middle of nowhere (and we feel fine) a road to the middle of nowhere Editor’s Note: Funny where you wind up, ain’t it? Marlow and W continue an exploration of their Coastal Empire this morning… – Vic Author’s note: In some ways my recollections of W’s and my back country Georgia road […]
Author’s Note: This goes with sunset, not sunrise, but My Muse doesn’t seem to care what time it is… – Arrias My Dancer The sun was slowly setting, when she began to dance, Alone, on the pier, eyes closed, as if in a trance. Her arms up over her head, her hips slowly swayed, To […]