Paradise Valley I was heartened to read that there will be a big turn-out for the internment of Rosa Parks in her adopted city of Detroit. The ceremony is already in progress back east as the fog rolls in here on San Diego Bay. The Reverend Jackson will speak the eulogy, and the Clintons are […]

Connections I was just about to the head of the line at Security when I realized I was naked. This was not the dream where you appear in front of a crowd in the nude, to great ridicule. This was painfully real. I looked back over my shoulder ad the people standing stoically in line […]

This was starting as a normal day, with dog, except that the time is wrong and I have to pack and get ot of here. I had gone around to all the clock except teh one in the car and the truck to make sure that I was not as disoriented as I could be. […]

Coming Ashore Hurricane Wilma has finally made up her mind and is coming ashore today. She took her sweet time beating up Mexico , but now she is moving purposefully toward the Citrus State , hitting the Keys now, pushing a storm surge at high tide of up to eighteen feet. She is moving at […]

The Long War I was reading Congressional Testimony this morning. Yeah. It was that bad . The rain was coming down, pattering on the cement outside. It was cold and dark, and the immediate reason I was no awake was some idiot at the rental house across the street from Big Pink was making a […]

When I am in London, and by that of course I mean the little square-mile plot of the formal City of London, I always visit Nelson. He is down in the crypt, in the center of it, in a gigantic sepulcher of graceful classic proportions. It is quite a contrast from Wellington’s tomb. The Iron […]

What do you Know? The news made me squirm, being uncomfortably close to home. Two Federal employees, one a retired Captain like me, were busted for leaking classified information. Leaks happen here all the time, but there are unofficial rules for doing it. That concerns me, but not like this. The information that was disclosed was […]

Middle Ages Wilma is the name, the last one in the Alphabet. This ties a record for storm formation, and there is more than a month of Hurricane Season to go. I am not concerned that we will run out of names. They are, after all, almost limitless. The Weathermiesters have a plan; they are […]

Piling On My little Spartan got a ticket the weekend of the Big Game. I know about that because a thick packet came in the mail yesterday from the management company, and it contained the citation. I read it carefully as I undid my tie. This was serious business, and the words from the management […]

Uncle Walter If you have ever seen the reporter for the Washington Post who covers the Spook community, I think you would agree that he is almost a caricature of the world he writes about. Old School, that is. Tweedy jacket, wild gray intellectual hair, a sly smile that covers piercing eyes. He looks like […]