Author: Vic Socotra

McLean House

(McLean House, Appomattox Village, Virginia) I was going to bore you with some fun anecdotes from the nuclear madness of the last several decades, but something came up. There is plenty of time to talk about the half-life of horror, and we can get to it presently. It was a couple lifetimes ago that this […]

Crude

(Russian Oil production in Siberia)   I think I would rather be the president of Kyrgystan than me today, though I would rather be me than Virginia’s Governor McDonald, who stumbled into issuing a proclamation declaring this month to be Confederate History Month.   Don’t get me wrong: I am proud of the ancestors who […]

The Attribution Problem

(American Imam Anwar al-Awlaki)   There are some pretty amazing things going on out there. Now that the Health Care matter has been settled, the Administration is spinning off all sorts of action items that were on the back-burner.   Secretary Gates announced the a new nuclear strategy that exempts all nations that are in […]

Tarnsmen of Gor

I have been reading again lately. It is a change for the better. We wade through the weird information that seems to be important at the moment- Tiger’s libido, the change in nuclear policy, you know.   Like you, I spend too much time most days peering into the computer screen, one way or another, […]

Mountain Climbing

It was a weird Easter weekend, sandwiched around the stupid Final Four encounter that saw my son’s Spartans head for the exit and the Home Opener last night between the Red Sox and the hated Yankees.   As I mentioned yesterday, I took the bike down to the farm on Saturday- found that the country […]

Pony Mount

(Mount Pony’s Entrance, in Cold War Days. Photo courtesy Federal Reserve.) It is the morning of the Risen Lord, according to some, and the anniversary of the day that the system murdered Dr. King at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis. I got up early to watch the sun rise and feed the cat.   I […]

Path of Enlightenment

I don’t know if Eddie-the-Shaman and his companion Shary managed to fix anything for me on the Sprit Path. I do feel more energy, that is for sure. I assume that is where the path of enlightenment lies, someplace in the North Woods. It seems reasonable.   Driving from the airport down in Traverse City […]

After the Fools

I forget if I gave up anything on Ash Wednesday back in February. Easter is almost here and I could go back to doing something important right after that. There is a lot on the plate now that I am back in the self-important city. We have to lean on the Chinese to revalue their […]

Grosse Isle

(Delta Canadair CRJ200 regional jet, operated by Pinnacle with the last Detroit Snow) I am back here, back in the city, back in the early Spring, back where there is some distance and perspective to the tumult of the travel. If the Eddie-the-shaman is right, there is new energy in the air. Something, somewhere is […]

The Road to Wolverine

  I have to tell you, the turn of the season in the Northland is something pretty remarkable. There were still pockets of snow in the shadows of the trees, here and there, and deep in the pines and second-growth scrub, but I didn’t wear a jacket and the strange ethereal nature of Hemmingway’s blue […]