Author: Vic Socotra

Think Big

Think Big A weird tango rhythm is going through my mind this morning, since that is what I was listening to at the Argentine Embassy last night, a fundraiser on a sweltering night just off Dupont Circle . The featured dancer was a woman of intense dark aspect. She wore a black dress with straps […]

Westy

Westy I was surprised at the way the ball came off the bat, considering the moist weight of the air. Not many balls make it to the upper mezzanine at RFK stadium. Armas was the starting pitcher for the Nationals, and he seemed to have some remarkable spin on the ball. As the ball continued […]

The Aristocrats

The Aristocrats It was almost too hot to sit by the pool yesterday. I think it is the first heat alert of the year. The heat index will be over 100 degrees through today and into tomorrow. I am praying that the air conditioning keeps working. If it doesn’t, I am going to have to […]

TW3

TW3 There was a marvelous television show that aired when dinosaurs ruled the world. It was a sort of faux news show collided with the black-out humor of Ernie Kovaks. They called it “That Was the Week That Was.” It was fairly popular, and became known as TW3. This week could qualify for that. I […]

Quick Silver

Quick Silver I remember when the thermometer broke when I was a kid. There was a thin column of quicksilver, mercury, which transformed into several astonishing spheres on the counter. It was magical stuff. Pure mercury is a liquid metal, an element all its own, linked to the Messenger God of classical times. Swift as […]

Bones

Bones In my dream I was down on the wreck. The current was not so bad, and I could make out the long gray outline of the submarine. The conning tower was broken off and one of the two periscopes was extended. The root of it was somewhere in the inky shadow that covered the […]

Home

Home The notion of Home is something quite dear, and one we all share. I am delighted to be home, for a number of reasons, though I must write it with a small “h.” Perhaps it was the notion of staying in the airport at Traverse City , or huddled on a bench in the […]

Mackinaw

The North always holds the winter to it, even at the height of the summer season. The flowers are fragile, and the cinder block buildings from the time before the construction boom still hint of a drift of old snow around the corner. The new buildings are jolly enough, and that lends a frantic life […]

Reunion

The bombings are still fresh. They say that not all the dead may have been discovered and brought home yet. It is dark down in the transit network, some of it new when Victoria mourned her lost Albert. I ache for London, that grand old city. Some of the bombs went off in the same […]

Bring It On

Bring It On So, I was thrashing around this morning, almost as soon as my eyes opened. The alarm jolted me, and it hurt. I realized I would be getting up even earlier to catch a plane tomorrow. I thought about the Relationship, and I thought about the move, and in the darkness my eyes […]