Author: Vic Socotra

Arrias and His Muse: Winter Comes

Birch and Pine and Maple, A stand a broad oak trees, Northern forest, hardwoods and soft, And a cold, hard winter breeze. The leaves are falling to the ground, Snow now on the mountain tops, Hear the rustle in the wood, As each leaf through the branches drops. All prepare for winter, Working hard all […]

Changing Times

Changing Times

You know this started as a joke, right? Hang on. We are confused enough this morning without adding more. Yet. It has been quite a week. There was confusion in the Bunk Room about the DST thing when things began to stir. We are in favor of saving it in case it might be needed. […]

The Fifteen Minute City: The Jobs Report

The Fifteen Minute City: The Jobs Report

We peaked too soon for pre-election preparedness since it is now hurtling this way like a black German sedan. Saturday finds us low on fuel in what passes for staff utility transportation, so the fifteen minute city is all around and in scooper range if you can find one charged and not just dumped on […]

Beaver Moon

Beaver Moon

Legal kept the note short this morning. They seem relieved the campaign is finally almost over. We were inclined to just run it by itself, since it would be shorter. “Change coming. Be aware.” That seemed to conjoin common sense and social response to the partisan divide. We are part of the end of Journalism. […]

Holidays Come Early

Holidays Come Early

Legal said we could mention two of the holidays in progress today, so long as it was done with respect and without mocking anything. We appreciate that. It makes those first seven cups of fresh java a little easier to deal with. But confusion is abroad in all the messaging, since there are so many […]

The Fifteen Minute City

The Fifteen Minute City

Oh, the stuff out there with a week to go? Surprises have to be launched in the next 72 hours to have decent coverage before the Big Event next Tuesday. There will be a special afternoon edition to cover what is unfolding now, not in detail, but just to sample the issues in motion. Rocket […]

Last Steak

We were going to call it the “Last Supper,” which was meant to commemorate Vic’s last bone-in ribeye over at Outback. But the connection to the Opening Ceremony to the Paris Olympics was too vivid. This commemoration is to celebrate the onset of a few weeks of soft dining that will result from the removal […]

Dearborns in the Headlights

A week to go, they tell us, with those number rolling around on the bottom, faster and faster the closer to where we sit at the Big Pink white Patio table. The selfie Splash took still glowed on the tablet on the table, though on “low power.” You could see the velvet was still on […]

Day of Repentance

Day of Repentance

We are tired of the Big Surprise watch and Splash has taken to sitting on the Patio until he is confident everyone else has gone to bed before he can press his phone screen to display: “Not Last Night” and burn a last cigarillo in the crisp dark air, Orion’s bright arm rising about the […]

Riding the Wave

Riding the Wave

The Chairman shoke Section Leader DeMille’s hand energetically on his way to do some business that might have involved a mimosa and a white tablecloth. He said: “Doesn’t look like the Israeli’s did more than send a real powerful signal, so I am going to see if we can get cozy with the company that […]