(Stormy) Weather Report


There was some relief from the regular readers that wrote to say “thanks!” for no Weather Report this week. We have all been watching (or feeling) enough weather already. They hoped they wouldn’t have to review the litany of social circus acts in progress. We would have deferred, but an older person whose pronouns agree with their various screen-name called from overseas. It seems the little shop in which “Xi” works is compiling them in a special print version, limited issue, to be published whenever all this zany stuff stuff is done. We support Small Business and the Chairman told us to agree.

Which we actually do. So we assured “them” that we would comply as a public service. And next week already seems to have interesting stuff going on. We are attempting to support small business here, after all, which would include many of us here who self-identify as “SDVOB.” If you don’t follow the various programs, we were forced to look them up. We found “Service Disabled Veteran Owned Business.” It is legit. For the Old Salt Crowd, most us us who stuck around for careers could demonstrate some sort of health issue at the exit physical. We wouldn’t have looked for disability issues, except the Chairman laid us all off the regular paycheck at Socotra House. Now we are back on our own as Independent Scribbling Contractors to cut the company overhead. It probably is a big savings in his flooding insurance. We do what we can.

The other event that got people wired up was the Cinema Noir saga swirling about who was responsible for the pipeline explosions. The Press Secretary said it happened at Nordstrom’s, which could have affected another product line, but we figured out eventually what she was talking about. The stories really are like old movie plots. We don’t know yet if it includes friends, foes or Space Aliens seeking Deferred Action for the big conclusion. It is like a plot line from an old block-bluster movie, but some world powers have also apparently really increased their nuclear alert status in the here-and-now.

Splash and Buck were arguing about it as the endless rain from what had been Hurricane Ian pounded on the metal roof. Most of the movies worked out OK, we figure, or they wouldn’t have made money. So we may be OK. This week, anyway, since we are already in the new one.

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Written by Vic Socotra