if bitterly
Up a little earlier than I care for, two-something, couldn't go back to sleep, so okay, I showed up again today, thank you God. Opened the computer and read some. Geranium Farm with Bramantino's Risen Christ just up, still in his burial shroud,
and RevBarbara's sharp eye for detail.
Smithsonian.com daily, about a surprise sizable asteroid that buzzed by too close while I was sleeping last Sunday morning;
about last year's discovery and identification of UB-29,
a WW1 Unterseeboot lying, since December 1916, some 80 feet deep in the English Channel 12 miles off Ostend on the Belgian coast;
about the house in Detroit where GeneralPresident U S Grant lived for a while with his bride Julia Dent in 1849 until she became pregnant and fled home to StLouis. The house is up for possible restoration. "If you can idolize Grant, why mustn't we idolize General Lee?" is my early morning question, but the answer is simpletonian: the winner is always right, and I'll give you that as the basic fact of recorded human history, which I see being revised even as I sit here wondering whether portraits of Robert E Lee are still allowed to hang over the mantels of KA houses around the South. All else about it has been politically corrected, not leaving much, which all in all is a good thing, considering attitudes and certainties; and after all, we are almost done, the last generation of us. Not the white trash who, wanting something, anything to make them feel less bottom-of-the-barrel, float CSA battle flags from the back corner of their pickup truck beds; but those of us who clapped to honor the Confederate veterans who rode in open, top-down Packard and Cadillac touring cars at the end of every parade when we were boys, and our fathers were young men, and our grandfathers remembered, if bitterly.
Outside on 7H porch for a bit: no moon, but Jupiter to the west, Mars and Saturn to the east, slowly parting company. Cool and a breeze, one shrimp boat on the Bay.
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY
and
Life is Good.
DThos+
and RevBarbara's sharp eye for detail.
Smithsonian.com daily, about a surprise sizable asteroid that buzzed by too close while I was sleeping last Sunday morning;
about last year's discovery and identification of UB-29,
a WW1 Unterseeboot lying, since December 1916, some 80 feet deep in the English Channel 12 miles off Ostend on the Belgian coast;
about the house in Detroit where GeneralPresident U S Grant lived for a while with his bride Julia Dent in 1849 until she became pregnant and fled home to StLouis. The house is up for possible restoration. "If you can idolize Grant, why mustn't we idolize General Lee?" is my early morning question, but the answer is simpletonian: the winner is always right, and I'll give you that as the basic fact of recorded human history, which I see being revised even as I sit here wondering whether portraits of Robert E Lee are still allowed to hang over the mantels of KA houses around the South. All else about it has been politically corrected, not leaving much, which all in all is a good thing, considering attitudes and certainties; and after all, we are almost done, the last generation of us. Not the white trash who, wanting something, anything to make them feel less bottom-of-the-barrel, float CSA battle flags from the back corner of their pickup truck beds; but those of us who clapped to honor the Confederate veterans who rode in open, top-down Packard and Cadillac touring cars at the end of every parade when we were boys, and our fathers were young men, and our grandfathers remembered, if bitterly.
Outside on 7H porch for a bit: no moon, but Jupiter to the west, Mars and Saturn to the east, slowly parting company. Cool and a breeze, one shrimp boat on the Bay.
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY
and
Life is Good.
DThos+