Can you imagine how he would summon his command of the English language? What might his candor and concision produce?
How I wish we could hear him still. We need his unsmiling face and his pitiless intellect. We need his dismantling of fools and would-be kings.
My Side of the Mountain. Looking for Frightful and The Baron.
That view is extraordinary, isn’t it? Mill Mountain rises to around 1,750 feet, and these were taken when my alumbuds and I were at or near the summit.
From the Xianfo Qizong.
My baby groundhog buddy came back, but he’s shy all of a sudden. See the little twerp peeking out of the storm drain?
When I posted his picture on Facebook, however, Blog Correspondent Pete Harrison immediately cautioned me that he might NOT be a groundhog. (And me all alone in my little yellow raincoat!)
Comico.
More mountain madness with the Mary Washington College kids.
I DO realize that those blurry car shots are weird. I just find them trippy and dreamlike! I’ll probably never stop posting them. (And that third really blurry shot makes me think of Richard Connell’s “The Most Dangerous Game.” The bright, laterally-racing greens just give it a sense of urgency.)
Is it because life isn’t fare?
*I’m allowed to crack this joke because my Dad was a bus driver. And because that bus driver I bumped into at Checkers is a real %*&$.
And if you don’t like this joke, it’s just because you’re an opponent of farced busing.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 