Author: Vic Socotra

Volunteers

Thought you’d escaped, eh? I found the rest of Great Grandfather’s notes of his tour of Europe for April, 1903. I would inflict them on you this morning, but no chance, Buckaroos. The world that existed in the early days of a new century are interesting, as we all know from experiencing our lurch into […]

Photo Interp

(Photo Daily Mail. Images of far lower quality than this were precious in building target packages) Thursday is the day I am supposed to know the most about what is going on, but with an emphasis on what the things are going to be like as outcomes of what we see today. On Thursdays in […]

Swamp Postcard: Insurance Policies

Well, here we go again! The break for the holiday many did not celebrate in the traditional way has passed, and we are back to the tumult of the campaign that has never ceased. This, as you know, is laid across the lives that we have to live anyway, which in the best of times […]

Marlow’s Alternative Viruses

Author’s Note: Vic, Inspired by your Gonzo Station revisit piece and thanks to tequila and Hunter S Thompson this was written. -Marlow Editor’s Note: I had planned on posting this later in the week, when Marlow’s particular take on public emergency feels right. But times being what they are, it seems appropriate to release today. […]

Arrias: Reconciliation

Editor’s Note: This is going to be a big week. I have two wonderful essays from the irascible Marlow on the nature of divinity and plague, and my great-grandfather’s account of his Grand Tour of Europe back in 1903. It is interesting timing, since they form by happenstance some useful bookends in this truly mad […]

Back to the Future (Again!)

I am both exhilarated and appalled at the latest project, which is to complete the editing of a couple books I had started while on the way to something else. I enjoyed the daily addition to the stories, and the sundry distractions of life that wrapped itself around longer term issues. I have three or […]

First Contact

So, it was a stressful week so far. Grace and I packed up and left the farm property. We were both optimistic. The plague seemed to have been back, and it was time to interact with the world again, including a trip to the Dentist after months of erratic closures. I have been with the […]

Syclone as a Barn Find

On the 4th, we had guests in from Arlington, and I was quick to put one of the rambunctious males to work before things started in earnest. I asked for help to close the south side doors to the barn, which somehow got opened. I don’t know how that happened, but I am adamantly opposed […]