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 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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

I made my usual call to the folks late on Sunday. It had been a magnificent day at poolside at Big Pink, and the prospect of what is going to come to pass later this year was easy enough to put aside. I read a few hundred pages of the last Harry Potter book, and […]

The Dog had his best walk of the week this morning, dragging me up George Mason Drive and all the way to the Lubber Run Park. It was further than he had walked all week, by seven times. He was very spry, considering his advancing years, and quite lively, sniffing every post and pole along […]

Three-card Monte is the closest equivalent I can come to. There was more motion than the temperature and humidity could accommodate. We are finally in that shirt-sticky time in Washington when the black interior of the autos bake the back of your suit into deep wrinkles and the road shimmers and the lines of strong […]

They are closing AOCS, the Navy’s Aviation Officer Candidate School. It has been located at Pensacola, FL, anchoring the Redneck Riviera of the Gulf Coast since after World War Two. Under the provisions of the latest Base Reallocation and Closure round, the schoolhouse will be consolidated in Newport, Rhode Island, where the non-aviation officer pipeline […]

USS Wolverine and Lake Michigan Ore Carrier, 1944 I’m happy the North Koreans opened up their reactor to inspection, and I am a little dismayed that the Russians pulled out of the Conventional Armed Forces in Europe, though Congress had never gotten around to formally ratifying the treaty anyway. It seems like we have lived […]