“The Possible’s slow fuse is lit By the Imagination.” — Emily Dickinson While following a seemingly insignificant line of thought I will suddenly find myself on a broad avenue of inquiry that becomes the…
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One of the drawbacks of dividing my time between Spy Rock and the city was the rigmarole I had to go through every time I left or returned. It wasn’t a big deal in summer.…
I have a hobby of reading war correspondent dispatches. I got addicted when I started reading Ernie Pyle's book ‘Brave Men.’ I have since gained an interest in cub reporters. A cub reporter is a…
Again to immeasurable delight, baseball was a serious undertaking at Camp Fed. Slow-pitch softball rather than the purist form of hardball, but there was an adequate field with a backstop, a moderate bleacher section and…
Start with Obama. Of course he blew it. Whether by artful design or by sheer timidity is immaterial. He blew it. Two days before the United States was officially set to default on its debts…
Nothing like having your car repossessed while your mother’s in town for a visit. On a bright sunny morning in June, my life soon became much more complicated in the to and fro department. The…
Sometimes I get the feeling I say all the same things in these blog posts. Other times, I go back and read them and realize, yes I am repeating myself. That's me shrugging. I yam…