Grifters Gonna Grift
Color me shocked to learn Trump has found a new way to prop up his money-losing businesses.
Dawn Patrol
These are the best mornings. Up early, walking through the neighborhood while it’s still cool, policing the back yard for dog poop, coffee and a hot muffin for breakfast, a devoted dog by my side, the rest of the morning mine to write, read, or whatever I want to do.
Air-Minded: The Acorn Days
I first saw this document, unsourced, crudely edited, and incomplete, in an email sent around to volunteer docents at Pima Air and Space Museum. It grabbed my attention immediately, so I took the trouble to track down the source and obtain a complete, unedited copy.
The Old Gray Mare, She Ain’t What She Used to Be
Maybe we did dodge a bullet this time, but do you hear that metallic clicking? That’s the firing squad, reloading.
Visitors in the Neighborhood
When I walk Mister B in the morning, I try to remember to carry my cell phone. It’s good to have a camera handy, and the one in my phone takes a decent photo.
I Hereby Order … Oh, Never Mind
I don’t want to be That Person, the one who complains about Southwest Asia call centers, but there were, ah, accent difficulties on both sides.
This Epstein Thing
I don’t want to believe anybody who ever knew Jeffrey Epstein was complicit in forcing minors into sex. But if the investigation survives his suicide and it turns out some or all of Epstein’s acquaintances and friends were complicit, well then let the guilty be named and judged.
Eight-Legged T-Shirt Marauders, Oh My! (Updated 8/19/19)
Polly came home late last night and found a small tarantula at our front door. I took its photo because in spite of living in the Sonora Desert we don’t see them all that often. So if it’s all the same to you I’m taking this sighting as a good omen.