Author: Vic Socotra

Containment

There was a catastrophe in Minnesota this morning, as I’m sure you heard. It was one of such dimensions and so astonishing that London was the first to tell me of it. There are at least seven dead in the collapse of the I-35 bridge, a big honking 1,000 foot span sixty feet in the […]

Shark Week

It is August in Washington: hot and humid and the air shivers when you look through it, a little like gelatin. Time was when sensible people were at the Shore to cool off, at Rehoboth, Ocean City or Virginia Beach. Since the invention of air conditioning and year-round government though, there is the pleasant fiction […]

The Matricula

Admiral McConnell’s people had a big conference two weeks ago at the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center. It was about open-source intelligence, which is that information that is laying around for free, no Spooks or satellites required. They say that almost a thousand professionals attended, and I wish I had. There are some […]

Mrs Hitler and Uncle Bill

The slap echoed across the pool deck like the report of a small caliber pistol. It was startling. I was in the water, relishing the coolness against my skin. I looked up to see Mrs. Hitler on her feet in outrage, looking down at Uncle Bill with eyes that bulged in anger. I have seen […]

The Letter

Registered letters are real attention-getters, or at least they are once you have received one. That is what they call “experience,” which is actually the culmination of a lot of mistakes. It enables you to know when you are making one again. They look so official, what with the green sticker and the stamps all […]

Cheshire Cats and Dreams

Gray at Big Pink, on the interface of night and day. Maybe rain, maybe not. Humid again. I entered the day twice. I had taken the Harry Potter book to bed early, intending to read, but did not. Instead, the dreams came and they were unusually vivid. In the first, I was in a squad […]

Mr Wonderful

Mr. Wonderful England is under water, drowning, and people I know are testifying before Congress. I am hearing about both on the radio this morning. Both are scary events, the former signifying a link to the great climate change, and the latter to some more subtle discomfort right here in town. It is time to […]

Wedge Four

Pentagon Wedge, Down to Bare Bones I am done with the Cassandra thing this morning, so you won’t have to put up with it.    It is clear enough, and there is no reason to continue to flog the horse. Something is going to happen, and we all seem to know at least in general […]

Innocents Abroad

Mark Twain once observed that: “There are lies, damned lies and statistics.” He is my favorite of the native writers, a genuine original who keenly observed what was going on around him. He was as comfortable in his American skin as it is possible to be, and he used his acerbic pen to skewer the […]

Something Wicked

The Second Witch in Macbeth looks up in scene one of Act VI, peering out at the audience of groundlings. She   says: “By the pricking on my finger, Something wicked this way comes.” I feel my thumbs positively aching this morning. It is a splendid day at Big Pink, and maybe that is part of […]