Well, Gentle Readers, I had hoped to address you this morning with a tale of triumph, and the announcement that the Disctrict Stones Project was closed out, just as my physical abilities to do so are drifting away. Sorry- just like everything else these days, I failed. I can tell you that I have a […]

(Not my picture of SE 9. I hope to see it in person later this morning.) This is a bit in the way of a place-holder, so bear with me. I will fill you in completely tomorrow, if we live. I hope that is the case. So, ten years after I started this adventure, I […]

(I don’t know where these particular trolls work. Could be one of several Agencies, or they could, of course, be free-lance, given the state of the economy.) OK- twice this week. I generated another story that I cannot do anything with, exactly like yesterday. I won’t trouble you with old news- am going to have […]

  So, I had this story all good to go this morning, and then I looked at it and actually read it, and the whole thing made me ill. It was about Tuffey Geffling, and if you know who he is, you already know more than we ever needed to know, and the predictable has […]

(Presidential Dog Bo, accompanied by his walker, four Secret Services Agents, a Navy Lieutenant, the Presidential basketballs and assorted luggage, arrive at Martha’s Vineyard via the new MV-22 Osprey flown by US Marine Presidential Support Squadron HMX-1). I got all the answers this morning. Well, not ALL the answers, but a couple good ones, but […]

(Pop artist Andy Warhol signs a can of Campell’s tomoato soup. The owner should act now- the shelf life of the can is finite, much like pop art itself. Photo New York Times.) I will not trouble you tales of mayonnaise this morning. The weather is too delightful to worry about the ingredients in a […]

  Sometimes these stories happen all by themselves, and I can honestly say I have little to do with it. This morning was one of those little epiphanies. I slept fitfully, and the night was deep and very quiet at the farm, and least until the rains swept and the impact of the drops resonated […]

  I had a good day Friday, puttering at this and that, and “worked from home” until the decision-point came about leaving the new residence and the hypnotically attractive diversion of the pool. I had already logged an hour of treading water, and though the ravaged of the tumult of travel and moving had me […]

(The Grayhound folks took over the old Union Market that failed against the rise of the corner supermarket. Funny, I used to work in the Bus Station on New York Avenue in DC, and now I have slept in one. Image Drury Inns and Suites.) Sorry, gentle readers, slept hard and late last night as […]

Raven would have been 90 today, and I pay homage to his memory. I think I blanked out his 98th last year- I was just learning how to walk again, and had other things on my mind, I think. So much has changed since he took his leave with Big Mama a year and a […]