Category: DailySocotra

Saturated

Saturated The nice people on NPR tell me this will be a fine day, high seventies, breezy and pleasant. Another wonderful day. I left work early yesterday and went to Arlington. I stopped at the Harris Teeter over at Pentagon City to buy flowers and drove up to the  front gate at Ft. Myer.   […]

Little Traverse Bay

Little Traverse Bay   The sun continues to flood the Northland. I was lazy, and lay abed until nearly quarter of nine. When I emerged from my suite Dad asked if I wished to go to the flea market out in the country, north of Harbor Springs. I told him that sounded fine and when […]

The Green Flash

The Green Flash   It didn’t happen tonight. It rarely does. I’ve been looking for it on five oceans. I�m not smart enough to know what the traditional seven seas are. But I can count the ones I have steamed on and looked at the horizon.  but I got it last night. Nailed it. Right […]

The Side Door Saloon

IThe Tuesday lunch group meets at a public house on US-131 just north of town, past the old Methodist encampment of gingerbread Victorian homes called Bayview. It is my favorite thing here in town, the fanciful campus of frame cottages that date to the 1880s. Some have been restored in astonishing detail, all the filigree […]

The Graduates

I am on one of the school machines in the library in the Basement of the John F. Kennedy School of Government. This is last official act before heading to the airport. I write as a recent graduate of the shortest course (three weeks) which officially qualify you as a Graduate of Harvard University. That […]

Click Your Heels Three Times

It is all over but the leaving, now. How can you get these emotions in less than a month? Strange is the human heart. We actually ARE Harvard people now, in our small way. Amazing. But it was the commitment of Marie-Christine and Roger Porter that made us feel this way. I think back over […]

The Union Oyster House

The Union Oyster House I spent most of Sunday afternoon patiently waiting at toll plaza backups on I-95 coming back south from Maine. I go in right around cocktail hour, returned the vehicle undamaged and was on foot again. I asked my room-mate if he wanted to pencil in a trip downtown before we left, […]

Week Two

Week Two �This place is an analogy of America� I shouted over the din. �It is busy for ten hours straight. It is an assembly line. The burgers fly off the grill and onto the plates. The wait-staff then shovels the plates to the people who come through the door in an endless line.� The […]

The Green Monster

The Green Monster The Red Sox got shelled last night at Fenway Park, 8 to 1,  and our class was there to see it. The A�s had their number. All the BOSOX production came in the first inning, couple hits, one meager run. The next eight went unanswered to the guys in the green and […]

Hump Day

Hump Day Back in Washington my spies tell me it is a Code Red Day, 105 degrees on the heat index, one of those days that sucks the life out of the city and turns that energy into looming thunderclouds in the late afternoon. Monday we had our usual three 90-minute case studies. The first […]