Well, there you have it https://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/2019/10/30/world-series-nationals-astros-game-seven/?wpisrc=al_news__alert-sports--alert-national--alert-local&wpmk=1 and I could wish I loved a team and sport like this, like that, like them. Heirs presumptive of the Washington Senators whom I well remember, a bunch of losers making good, all the way to the top of their game. There was a Time ... An hour and more outside on 7H porch this morning, coffee and examen. Lights of a ship across the way anchored between 7H and Davis Point. In the binocs, curved lights of Dupont Bridge.  No, Tyndall Bridge really - my earliest memory of it, during WW2, us in bathing suits and carrying towel - - with the wife of an Army Air Corps officer, second or first lieutenant or warrant officer, who were our tenants renting one upstairs bedroom (sharing bathroom with another couple in the other upstairs bedroom) in our house, riding the long semi-tractor-trailer-bus acros...

What with all the travel trailers we see, folks living in, sites all over Panama City and Bay County in the wake of Hurricane Michael, I keep fondly recalling our middle Navy years with our travel trailer, 1966 to 1969 in Virginia and Rhode Island. How get-away wonderful it was then, and could it possibly be again -  not that I need to get away from 7H, the ten month HMichael Exile was enough away time. Besides, I'm no longer interested in owning, much less towing, a travel trailer, nor even in having one located permanently on a site somewhere, a destination vacation ready and waiting: I'd have to get there and back. It's just the idea of it; and if one could be instantly there, and instantly here - - like the transporter room on Star Trek, or a Portkey from Harry Potter. Floo Powder, no, I'd need to have a fireplace installed here, and (a) there's not room and (b) I don't want one, been there done that with fireplaces. But a place in Maine and one in Rhode I...

Generally, posts that get drafted out of Time, which is to say the day before, or even earlier such as way ahead to have a post in reserve in case I don't want to write, never get the "Publish" button pressed, rather they are soon or eventually deleted. Although my blogger page shows 49 "Drafts" including two from last week that were published then shortly withdrawn, "revert to draft" is the Blogger terminology.  It is also possible to delete posts, and in nine years this month of writing and posting, I've deleted two or three after second thoughts. Why? nearly always because I mean +Time never to be a political blog, and in anger or disgust I said something that could offend, which also is never my intent. So, do you think we'll have rain?  Anyway, it's 9:08 Monday evening and I'm sitting out here on 7H porch. Temperature is 75F and 85% humidity. Forecast for later this week is Friday low 48, Saturday low 47, Sunday low 49 befor...

What's on for this Monday morning that opened with the emergency siren and recorded voice sounding startlingly about six o'clock. I might enjoy it if it came over the 1MC, "ding ding ding ding ding ding Now this is a drill, this is a drill, General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands ... ding ding ding ding". The firetruck came - - actually I only heard its siren and saw its flashing red lights, it may have been an EMS vehicle, IDK. A minor problem here is that they never announce an all clear, which is irresponsible. It's okay, everything about living in 7H is okay and we had a nice early morning outlook from the Beck side walkway outside our front door. A fact of life with the scaffolding in place is that the night sky view is obscured, can't see the display of stars and planets. But a shot that caught a simultaneous flash from both our red buoy and the tower beyond Courtney Point.  Rest of the day - - TB A. Take my car for an inspection, onl...

Joel 2:23-32 O children of Zion, be glad and rejoice in the Lord your God; for he has given the early rain for your vindication, he has poured down for you abundant rain,  the early and the later rain, as before. The threshing floors shall be full of grain, the vats shall overflow with wine and oil. I will repay you for the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent against you. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame. You shall know that I am in the midst of Israel, and that I, the Lord, am your God and there is no other. And my people shall never again be put to shame. Then afterward I will pour out my spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams,  and you...

After a most happy visit we are on I-10 West heading for the US231 exit and South for Panama City. Our girls’ band did a bang up job at the football game last evening, my seat had a clear view to watch the drum line, again Charlotte was in clear view  though I only caught a couple glimpses of Caroline, again on the far side. We were resigned to a Lincoln loss to a high rated team, the Palmetto Tigers, who came all the way up from Bradenton. But Lincoln took the lead straight away and, though the Tigers threatened at times, they never did what we anticipated and when the second half began with the Tigers way too close, the Trojans began to widen the score. Trojans 42, Tigers 23. Espresso from Tass’s new machine to keep me awake through the game. Postgame supper back in the motel, shrimp from Fresh Market and half a cheese omelet left over from breakfast, bed at eleven pm and slept until 7:15 am. Nice motel breakfast this morning, bowl of proper grits with grated chees...

Driving over yesterday morning, picked up my laptop (no, Linda driving) and moved to open sumpnother, but Franny and Zooey (Zachary, yep christened after all, they're R.catholic, indeed one brother a priest) popped up, so read instead of watching eighteen-wheelers flash by. Judging by hundreds of trucks moving each in a great hurry, y esterday was the deadline to arrive somewhere or other, don't remember  I-10 traffic so wretched. Two nights at our Tallahassee  favorite, Staybridge Inn on I-10 East. Don't often RON here because of the night drive back from whatever, but our usual Hampton Inn booked up for FSU Homecoming weekend. This not, probably because extensive refurbishing is in progress. Lincoln High School football this evening, last chance to see C1&C2 in the marching band together. As could be rain, shop for poncho. What? not following impeachment process or Brexit or Syria debacle, but Israel politics.  Winter elsewhere, wildfires in Californ...

Something online yesterday, oh, it was the hundredth anniversary commemoration of his birth discussed on Time or NYT, brought J D Salinger to mind, and I noticed I'd not read Franny and Zooey, so downloaded for a free read on the computer screen. Franny was okay, essay length, set on the platform with Lane waiting for her train, then in the taxi, then at Sickler's for lunch: two martinis, he has snails, frog legs and a salad what the hell would you expect a Yale senior to order? Feeling ill, Franny has an untouched chicken sandwich and a glass of milk, heads back to The Ladies and faints. When she comes to, the weekend is obviously gone but Lane makes to get a taxi to take her to her weekend room to rest so later he can sneak up the back stairs and it's been too long so maybe they can make love. Separate but not equal, "Zooey", who is Franny's older brother, warned by one star ratings, I downloaded and started it anyway wth it was free, christened Zachary...