Our Section Leader Miles was struggling to get back in the leader’s chair at the North End of the Conference room. Outdoors, the white snow-crete cloak remained, shining bright light into the conference room from the floor-to-ceiling walls on the east side of the building. There is mud where the sledders frolicked in front of the building, so the slow melt toward Spring has begun!

Some of our Zoomers don’t do directions that way. They look down at their phones. Miles sighed and kicked things off. “OK, Gang, we have some mixed messaging that would look like a sort of stew that combines the entrée and the dessert. Like today. Sunnny skies on Friday the 13th. Mardi Gras, Valentine’s Day and Presidents’ Day are jammed together for a weekend full of parades, parties, concerts and family activities.
There will be no parading inside The Trillium unless building management provides complementary drink service. And we have a reason to celebrate. The Interns successfully got the last of the Chairman’s letters scanned and the manuscript of “Letters to the World” is ready for some connective copy, organization by chronology now that we have the dates of the letters. And we found a way to retrieve the post cards.”
He held up his tablet with a faint glow against the sunlight:

There were some assorted grimaces and groans around the table. The Boomers frowned, since they had the five wars, the Chinese Military shake-up, the social revolution in America, reform of the Senate Filibuster and some other things on their minds.

One thing was for sure. We would like to keep the provisions of the filibuster- the legislative process that enables the minority to do things like shut down the government or cancel legislation. We would prefer to keep the institution but force the Senators to actually keep talking continuously from the rostrum. Until they collapse.

The Zoomers knew what was going to happen to them, which is that they would have to imagine what the heck the Chairman was thinking when crossing Sh*t River Bridge in Olongapo in the Philippines to get from the base to town and all the adventures a twenty-spot could purchase. Which were surprising.

Which in turn started the revelations that the sewage spill in the Potomac River upstream from The Trillium was actually a thousand times worse than initially reported. We hadn’t been considering a swim, but now we just worried about the odor.

The Post reported that in the same fold as the announcement that the EPA had repealed it’s 2009 “endangerment” finding that formed the basis for the agency’s case to regulate emissions from vehicles, the oil and gas industry, and were supposed to get a trace gas out of the atmosphere and ignored a zillions of raw sewage to flow through the Nation’s Capital.

Note being critical, mind you. It just shows how complicated it is when Partisan politics drives pubic policy while a bunch of well-meaning people get incredibly rich.

Border Czar Tom Homan made some announcements up in Minneapolis. We are not quit sure what they mean, since Governor Walz and the Mayor are crowing victory. We suspect the 4,000 criminal aliens ICE picked up might be a victory, though it was also a great scheme to keep the fraud investigation out of the news. And see whether the leadership of the State is going to get indicted and serve some time.

So, we could run that fascinating letter the Chairman wrote from Korea about the year he worked at the Headquarters of US Forces in Seoul. There is some fun stuff and photos he took, wandering around Itaewan-Dong and a superb compendium of the local dialect that helps translate what the pert young lady at Sam’s Country Western might be saying from her seat at the bar next to you.

We are pleased it would take a time machine to make any sense of it. It would be useful to use that device to just go forward and see what this weekend is going to bring!

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