The Ugly American

. A post office run took us to the village, a journey that now requires me to raise my hands beside my head as blinders to the savagery that has taken place. Besides a whole row of inoffensive, lovely trees that were felled, debris from many others has turned that section of road into an … Continue reading The Ugly American

Blowing my cork

"Yoiks", as someone I once knew used to say. It's a term used to describe a somewhat amazing or alarming situation. That covers what's going on out there lately in these United States. How is one supposed to concentrate on anything? None of what is happening has actually affected me at all, in fact, except … Continue reading Blowing my cork