or a 2002

Sinking into deeper relaxation with and enjoyment of the status quo, instead of predawn blogging, it was with black coffee and laptop to browse, read and play. On the back screen porch, play was several games of solitaire as the sun came up, won them all except the first one that the set-up made impossible. 

Reading included the HV manager's report that stacks 11-13 have been released to owners so they can go ahead with inside repairs; we are stack 18, so may be some weeks yet, but no problem, all things in good Time, though I'd like to be back in before 2019 hurricane season sweeps ashore and we have to start over.

Also read about a 1969 Alfa Romeo sedan that looks mighty appealing, I wish I'd bought an Alfa while they were affordable. 



Or a BMW 2002. 



A couple articles from Haaretz and another to go back to later. Poem "Magpies Recognize Themselves In A Mirror". Jonathan Turley post about unhinged "Trinity Students Protest Western Civilization Club Named After Churchill" - - Turley is hot after the vicious intolerance of students and faculty, on many college campuses, of views different from their own. Frankly, pseudo-intellectual college students in their gross immaturity can be incredibly stupid, naive, self-righteous, certain, oblivious, vacuous. Not just regarding free speech as a constitutional right in protecting rights and keeping the society free and open; but on a scale of stupid, stupider, stupidest, one beyond the pale and off the scale was students protesting a university cafeteria that had a line serving sushi because it was "cultural appropriation", as though America itself is not a mixing bowl (common terminology) of people and cultures, including culinary, dishes imported variously. Those sophomoric morons might want tables limited to maize, venison, rabbits, squirrel and wild turkey if they had the presence of mind to think that deeply. God help us but not them as they exercise their right to try and block the rights of others.

Next reading this morning, from today's "The Bitter Southerner - Stories About The South" their article "The Big, 'Forgotten Coast' Oyster Crawl." "Down Along Highway 98" 
https://bittersoutherner.com/the-big-forgotten-coast-oyster-crawl?utm_source=The+Bitter+News&utm_campaign=b3be4c54a8-Friday_2019_05_03&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_8269ec3593-b3be4c54a8-92122881&goal=0_8269ec3593-b3be4c54a8-92122881&mc_cid=b3be4c54a8&mc_eid=a60dd00516
"It took an oyster education in landlocked Atlanta to send writer Jess Graves home and back to her roots in Florida. Join her on a journey along Highway 98 as she considers the old ways and changing practices in the oyster beds of Apalachicola Bay." "Read on" it says, and so I shall. And, scrolling down in the same BS (their shortcut, not mine) issue, "Ma'am - Can This Word Be Saved?" about how we talk, later reading, after my walk.

Like it, leave it, or lump it, mox nix für mich

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