(Kimo on his way to the office at Makalapa, eagles and wash khakis, black tie and garrison cap.) I got out of the house for new adventures in Geezerhood yesterday. ENS Socotra provided the mobility quotient, and it was a glorious day, crisp and sunny and a bit like the days when he was knee-high […]

(USNS Richard E. Byrd, (TAKE-4) en route Cam Ranh Bay, SRV. Admiral Byrd was an early Naval Aviator and famed Antarctic explorer. Official USN Photo)   I am not supposed to be here, pondering the future from the living room at Big Pink. I am supposed to be in the Mid-Pacific, on the lovely isle […]

(The Bledsoe competition post-op crossover sport utility G3 brace with “dial-a-matic” flex control and sport black-out matte styling.)   I have had the privilege to share with you up-close and personal reviews of some of the most exciting cross-over vehicles on the road today. Caddies, Mercedes, Grand Cherokees and several other dogs have been flogged […]

(David Byrne of the famed art band “Talking Heads.) And You May Find Yourself Living In A Shotgun Shack And You May Find Yourself In Another Part Of The World And You May Find Yourself Behind The Wheel Of A Large Automobile And You May Find Yourself In A Beautiful House, With A Beautiful Wife […]

(Russian ground forces redeploy near Iran’s Northern Border.)   The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, said the Chinese wise man.   Today I can feel the results of those first few tentative movements toward a distant horizon. Interest flickered as I read of the Russian troop build-up on their border […]

  (Persistence of Memory- Salvador Dali.) So, the last thing I remember was looking at the Ultrasound of the femoral sponge in my left leg. The sun out the window of the triage bay was high. Goofing with the anesthesia team was fun, I suppose, if you like science projects being carried out on the […]

Commander Lisa personally wheeled me down from Walter Reed’s Ward 5C to the post-op recovery room as part of the final insertion into The Process. It was an honor. The silver band with the sanscrit inscription had been bent off my wrist for the first time since it went on in Delhi a decade ago. […]

  (Wounded Warriors. Photo Washington Post). On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam, In […]

I have been plotting how to get out of bed this morning since about three. I had to get up and pee, of court, a big deal, and that is the toughest part of the drill. I probably came home too soon, but dammit, I wasn’t ready to have surgery, not the day it went […]

(Thanks to Dr. Anderson, I get to keep use of mine. This one is for a Wounded Warrior who wants a competitive alternative to his utility/walking prosthetic.)   I can hear the merriment down at poolside- for the first time in a decade, the pool opened without without a plunge by yours truly.   “Marco!” […]