Author: Vic Socotra

Rain and Memory

It is rainy and gray again today. The Bay looks strange- there is a white highlight to the north shore at Harbor Springs that is so silver it could be ice. I got lost in Dad’s office last night. I went down to take the new microwave out of the packing and check how the […]

Cross Over

If you are going to drive yourself crazy, I strongly recommend the new Cadillac SRX performance cross-over. It handles like a dream. The Sirius satellite radio offers a couple hundred discrete channels. The engine is powerful and it tracks with precision. I love the Humbrismobile, but the German machine demands your attention at all times. […]

Conspiracies

I have been spending WAY too much time on conspiracy theories this week, and there has been chaos on the personal front. I was thinking that last night, siting by the pool swaddled in a hoodie, t-shirt and sweatpants. I watched the clock, and at 1930 precisely, disrobed and jumped into the pool. I paddled […]

Down on the Farm

(Heckle, the famous feral cat. Photo Socotra.) I am down at the farm this morning. It was a quiet night, the mercury vapor security light flooding the circular driveway with bright light against the rich, full country dark. I am glad I was not Secretary Geithner, having to look at the Europeans roll their eyes […]

The Whole Left Side

So, the grand opening of the Nosh experiment at Willow continued Thursday evening- Day Deux of the grand experiment. We were there in force, again. Mary and Old Jim; John with an H, and his bride; Jake and the lovely Celia; Melissa, Big Chris-with-a-C, the Good Doctor, and a burgeoining cast of characters eager to […]

Noshing at Willow

It is Indian Summer here, warm and glowing and filled with denial of the coming change in the weather. I wanted to be in the pad-locked pool yesterday. The last weekend looms at the Big Pink pool- and I am praying that the weather holds. It is supposed to cool off here- down to the […]

Chicken Soup

The contractors at the Agency on Monday morning scuttled like cockroaches when the kitchen light is switched on. Many had wheeled carts piled high with cardboard boxes filled with binders and tens of thousands of top-quality words promising to meet all the requirements of the Agency. I was one of them, of course, or I […]

Pass the Bill

It is another of those mornings that defines the New Normal. Lovely day for an early walk; the fading silver disk of the full moon hanging in a bluing sky. I was on foot early, since the electronic prompt on the dash of the Hubrismobile has been scolding me with the count-down to “A”-level service […]

The Day

I wrote the date and then I had to stop. Ten years, almost to the tick of the clock. I was not going to do this to you. I was going to write about the incredible victory under the lights at the Big House last night, but I cannot disrespect the people who died by […]

Willow Introduces…

There is something in the air this morning. It is not rain, for a change. The skies have cleared and there should be an optimistic stride in our steps. The Big Pink pool is open, today and tomorrow; and again for the swan song next weekend. For good or for ill, the Big Proposal goes […]