My dog August has a tendency to bark at strangers across the street in the park. He does this especially in the middle of the night, when people are not supposed to be there.
With a little reassurance he will stop. He knows that we are his pack, and if the rest of the pack is not worried, than the night watchman can go back to sleep. That is good enough.
A great hero of literature, Kurt Vonnegut, has died.
Old age wound up suiting him well, allowing him to live as a sage. He enjoyed dispensing pithy truths from on high, a prophet who lived long enough to see his prophesies come to pass. He would bristle at this, telling us that in time all things come to pass, even his life. Modesty was one of his endearing qualities.
News is something that is hard to define. Events happen all around us, but which of these is “newsworthy”? Who gets to make that choice?
The sky has grown grey and heavy. The wind is from the East, which always hits like a knife to the back. Bad weather is never a good reason to start a blog, but it is the only excuse I have. I am retreating inside, an instinctive response to the betrayal of April, but still longing for Spring.
Barataria - The work of Erik Hare 