Author: Vic Socotra

Executive Order

  This has been quite a rollercoaster of a few days, and I apologize for being a little low-profile. I got a note from a pal who was concerned that I had been waylaid by hostile attorneys, and I hastened to set the situation stright.   There is some lawyer stuff going on- there always […]

Here’s to Mom

Here’s to Mom Mom at her 60th Anniversary It is a gray speing morning here in the Nation’s capital, and the birds are singing in the moist air. I am thinking of the little town by the Bay, that is just now rousing from a hard winter. I’m going to take a step back from […]

Bugs in the Rug

  I am not xenophobe, nor a conspiracy nut, though of course I love a good yarn. We all do. I’d prefer to think about fantastic stories this morning, though work, and some unpleasant truths intervene. For a moment I’d like to contemplate the soaring beauty of the human spirit in all its manifestations.   […]

The Jerusalem Force

Life is funny, isn’t it?   If it is not one thing, it is another. I checked the e-mail before going to bed and found a string of notes that completely reorganized my day today. I imagine we will stumble through, since we always do, but it called to mind the fragility of human networks. […]

Killing al Quts

Killing al Quts Prelude Battlefield Photo from Iran-Iraq War I hate to see the good weather pass off over the Atlantic, though I am sure the ships at sea are enjoying the sunshine. We are still low on the water table, and we need the precious moisture. That is not what they are saying in […]

Earthquake

The Times helpfully reminded me this morning that it is the anniversary of the end of the fighting in Europe long ago, and the beginning of the long reconstruction. That is worth a note in the rhythm of the changing seasons. The echoes of that are rumbling still, but there was something remarkable that happened […]

A Day at the Races

  The tip of my nose itches a bit from the first sunburn of the season. My straw hat had provided decent enough protection, but sunscreen probably wouldn’t have hurt. Fifty thousand of us were at the Meadows when the last of the buses was parked neatly in rows in the pasture up inside the […]

The Meadow

Races run rain or shine – No refunds. That is the policy of the Gold Cup, has been for years.   Of course, when they started back in 1922 it would not have occurred to anyone participating in the race to worry about rain. The servants would have held the umbrellas, and only the jockeys […]

Record Keeping

What a week.   The Nimitz finally got back from it’s ten hour cruise on television, and by the time that irritating young sailor realized his pregnant girlfriend had moved on, I was as exhausted as the last time I was stuck on her flight deck in the heat of the gulf, strapped in the COD, sweat […]

Wilson

The day had no prospect of spinning out of control as it did. I rose with the intent of doing a piece about John McCain’s Senate time, and the birth of ambition. His personal life was in the process of melting down, something with which I have more than a little sympathy.   He found […]