Come, my friends, 'T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we

" I belong to a group of men who fly alone. There is only one seat in the cockpit of a fighter airplane. There is no space alotted for another pilot to tune the radios in the weather or make the calls to air traffic control centers or to help with the emergency procedures or to call off the airspeed down final approach. There is no one else to break the solitude of a long cross-country flight. There is no one else to make decisions. " - Richard Bach It's Friday, and I have a

“A cornmeal porridge infused with rich, piggy goodness.” -Anon It's definitely getting that late fall look out there. The day before Halloween. Sun below the horizon until 7:30. I reckon all that changes in two days when we "fall back" an hour. I love the change, maybe going back to my early days as a lawyer when I worked all the time. Panama City sits almost on the line between central and eastern time, so deep winter sunsets came at 4:30 or so, even that far south. Some pri

“You have to give this much to the Luftwaffe—when it knocked down our buildings, it didn’t replace them with anything more offensive than rubble.” -Prince Charles, regarding the modern London skyline Not much to see out there on this frozen, foggy Corning morning. That ice fog hung around yesterday morning as well, causing me a little concern as I flew across Virginia in a Columbia frosted over with ice like a beer mug fresh out of the freezer. The cats are taking the weather

Another brief one. Our weekend was truncated by an unavoidable trip back to the Panhandle to testify as an expert witness with regard to a fee claim. The whole thing could've been resolved for maybe $25,000.00, but we live in an age when everyone is angry and nothing is resolved amicably, especially in the South. So we'll spend that much on this silly exercise. I flew into KFPY because the weather yesterday afternoon in Bay County didn't allow for a safe flight into KECP. My

Another quick entry because I'm about to start a deposition from the office Issac and Olivia set up for me at their place in Andover. We arrived yesterday, and it's been a steady stream of legal badness from the moment I sat down. I've grown weary of this profession and all the nastiness. Last night we attended the Boston Arts Academy's annual dinner and fundraiser with the Reeves. Olivia's mom was the presenter over the course of a fairly remarkable evening--you don't genera

Running hopelessly late today as we try to bumble out to the plane for a quick flight over to KLWM to see the kids and go to a charity event near Fenway. Low ceilings over the Catskills, turbulence, a little ice here and there--a typical fall flying day in the northeast. Pretty view out the window, though. We're at peak color near as I can tell.

Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it mean Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe - Bruce Springsteen, Reason to Believe Starting here with a little different view out the window, looking to the northwest. It's beginning to look a lot like fall out there, with the morning gloom gradually giving way to blue skies. Wishing I could emulate that, but it's one of those mornings. I'll stay away from the current political disaster or my ow

"The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands." — Virginia Woolf Gloomy and dark here in the Corning home office this morning. This is the first photo posted here from the new iPhone, after I dropped the old one on Saturday and shattered the face, leaving it alive but flashing lime green

I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again I might go back down to Texas I might go somewhere that I never been And get up in the morning and go out at night And I won't have to go home Get used to being alone Change the words to this song And start singing again I'm tired of running round Looking for answers to questions that I already know I could build me a castle of memories Just to have somewhere to go Count the days and the nights that it takes To get b

In a nation that was proud of hard work, strong families, close-knit communities, and our faith in God, too many of us now tend to worship self-indulgence and consumption. Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns. But we've discovered that owning things and consuming things does not satisfy our longing for meaning. We've learned that piling up material goods cannot fill the emptiness of lives which have no confidence or purpose. - Jimmy Carte

“I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath Another dashed-off entry on this blog, late at night and about to go to sleep. I figure a brief bolus of activity is better than none at all, a little rain to keep the plant alive for another day. After a little over 24 hours in Fl

Lord, I'm so tired How long can this go on? -Lee Dorsey, Working in a Coal Mine Sitting here watching the Bills stink it up again. Josh Allen got married, started hawking cars and pizza and pistachios, and now he's just dreadful. Few men can successfully navigate happiness and success. He's just one of us. But the real downfall of the Bills is their defense--genuinely gawd awful. I can't be too sad, however. I mean, it's the Falcons, and we had season tickets during their awf

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