There was a story, it flickered in my mind in the darkness. I must have hit the alram and turned on the radio because there were British voices in the background passing an hour of half-consciousness. There is a new candidate in the Democratic Presidential race and Seattle voters have rejected a ten cent tax […]

I got up this morning to see what is up with Isabel, the giant storm that is bearing down on Cape Hatteras. I was gratified that it has weakened to Force Three, but it is nearing. They say she is more disorganized and top winds are down to 115 miles an hour. But that is […]

It is the Ides of September, by Roman tradition the marker from which the month is measured, forward and back. It is the 258th day of 2003 an there are 107 days left to go. For me, it is the day after the Big Pink’s pool closed. For the second consecutive year I claim the […]

OK, it’s the thirteenth and it is time to get over it for this year, let the memories recede and bury them till it is time to rip the scab off again next year. But I found myself in a funk last night, frozen in a capsule of travel time and the fumes of recall […]

The retired admiral from Naperville asked us to wear whites for the dedication of the monument to the dead. I’m fully and finally retired, I said, and Mark is just about offical, too. He said it was appropriate and fitting and it was completely appropriate. He had been retired for eighteen years and he was […]

It is a gray Monday. The sun is rising later and later and it is cool on the balcony. The President had addressed the Nation last night, and I watched him with curiosity, sound on mute. The radio was filled with commentary about what he had said, the new commitment to operations against Terror in […]

My life changed abruptly this week. Not as abruptly as it did for the riders on the Big Thunder Railway- at Disneyland out in California. That was a pretty good ride, as I recall riding it with my sons a few years back. It was as close an experience to jinking around in a little […]

I woke this morning to find the apartment filled with Pakistani eunuchs. They are called Hajiras. The BBC was running a feature on them. So it wasn’t my fault, it was a function of a slow news day and a certain fascination with the outr� and bizarre. I am prepared to confront my business day […]

The sky is a blanket of gray wool, cloaking Arlington in a soft, moist mist. There is no sturm and drang, though the weather channel is promising me that some of that Germanic vigor is in store for later. I am a civilian this morning, just as I was yesterday. It is a new feeling, […]