Author: Vic Socotra

Wee People

It is the day they slew Great Caesar on the Rostrum in the Forum, the Ides of March he was told to beware. I try to remember the moment when the Republic was sold down the river, and the Empire embraced. It is useful to recall that nothing is new under the sun, and all […]

Charlie Wilsons Other War

It is a comfort that the biggest problem I have to confront this morning is the tinkering with time. It is after six here and the sky is still black as coal. In the natural course of things, we should be awash in pale salmon light, but the Government has changed time, moving us west […]

General Order Number One

GENERAL ORDER NUMBER ONE: Purpose: to identify conduct that is prejudicial to good order and discipline while deployed to the Iraqi theater of operations. This general order is applicable to all military members and civilians serving with, employed by or accompanying the division� Prohibited Activities: the possession, sale, transfer, manufacture or consumption of any alcoholic […]

Trench Lines

I was not crawling deliberately through the trench-line. I got on my knees from mischance, foot slipping on the accumulated leaves of the new century. I would definitely have preferred to walk upright, as they did after they dug these fortifications. They would not have recognized what remains, even if they could find it. This […]

Principles of Accounting

Principles of Accounting Duchess of Richmond: …this year, soldiers are the fashion. Duke of Wellington: [ironically] Where would society be without my boys? The Duke of Wellington was the Man of the Peninsular War, before he beat Bonaparte for the last time and became Man of the Age. I have been in his house, and […]

Sounds of the Bugle

We are approaching a watershed moment. I am not talking about March madness, or at least not precisely. The basketball tournament will carry is from the last of winter almost to the Cherry Blossom Festival on the Tidal Basin. My son puts it more elegantly, saying that you crack that first beer and the next […]

Great Wave

Great Wave The man on the radio says the skunk cabbage is beginning to blossom on the banks of the Bull Run out on the old battlefield at Manassas. Maybe Spring will come after all. The cold makes me long for travel, and for distant shores. I’m a China fan, and always have been. I […]

Too Big To Hide

Too Big To Hide You will forgive me, or not, that I am longing for warmth and a warm breeze from the Gulf. I had the chill of the security apparatus wash over me yesterday with flurries of snow. A twenty-something special agent came to visit me at the frigid poolside unit at Big Pink […]

Small Fry

The news of Scooter Libby’s conviction came as I navigated down the Palisades Parkway on the western bank of the Hudson River, headed for the City. If I complain about Washington too often, slap me. The infrastructure is older in New York, and there are many more important people there hurtling over it. I listened […]

Thin Client

Thin Client I’m doing an information technology symposium intended for people old enough to know better at a plush campus on the Hudson above New York. It is frigid cold, and I was not ready for it. In the back of my mind I must have thought that the back of the winter had been […]