Author: Vic Socotra

The Box

  The daffodils are full up. It is going to be 80 degrees this weekend. Spring is on the verge of a riot, and so am I.   I flashed my badge- not the Washington area one, but the special one- and got past the bored security guard down in the basement of the rented […]

Code Talking

  The war over our erstwhile ally Ahmad Chalabi has heated up this morning. It caught my attention as my computer crashed, attempting to digest the New York Times.   I rebooted the system to discover that Mr. Chalabi has been further damned as we install a new Government in Iraq, and prepare for the […]

Monkey Business

  We were rolling along the great concrete ribbon of I-95 in south-central Virginia. The sites of the Civil War are all around. We had just stopped at the Stonewall Jackson Shrine, just a couple miles off the road. It is a tranquil place. The wood frame building was not the site of a battle. […]

The Bonus Army

  It is Memorial Day, a solemn day across the land, with parades and bands and barbecues to honor the service of generations of veterans. Graves will be decorated in remembrance of sacrifice.   I try to get over to Arlington on this day and leave flowers as a token for those of the dead that I […]

Known But to God

  It is seasonably cool in Washington and promises to be an excellent day at Big Pink. The Pool is open. It glows aqua in the dawn’s early light, the underwater lights bravely shining through the night. The first big motorcycles of this Memorial Day’s Rolling Thunder are roaring down Arlington Boulevard toward the Mall. […]

After Church

  I’m in the South. You would think that Virginia would qualify, but it doesn’t.   I love south of the Mason-Dixon Line, but Northern Virginia is as much the North as parts of Florida, and of course as alien as parts of Somalia and the Hindu Kush and Guatamala or any of the other […]

The Waffle House

  It is unique, the blast of smoky air that hits you when you walk into a Waffle House. It is as unique as the people that are sitting there, black and white. They are big, for the most part, and they favor sweat clothes and t-shirts. It is regional America, the vast red part […]

Low Level Alert

  Time flies when you are having fun. It just doesn’t seem like ten years ago today that Pop star Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley were married in the Dominican Republic. That should have alerted us to something, even then.   They would prefer those days were back. The rains are continuing on the […]

Cooking With Oil

  President Bush reassured the American people on the plan for stabilizing Iraq, though I did not know about it in real-time.   I was more concerned about the small Japanese car that crept along the left-hand lane somewhere south of the tunnel at Baltimore. The car drifted across the center line, headed somewhere unknown, […]

Runaway

  It’s enough to make you feel a little creaky today. Bob Dylan is 63. Tommy Chong, of Cheech and Chong, is 66. Patti LaBelle just turned sixty.   Time for the Baby Boomers to move on.  I saw Rebel Bob is now advertising underwear for Victoria’s Secret. Perhaps there comes a softening of the […]