Monthly Archives: November 2016

Conditions the next day were wonderful. The weather was favorable and we saw glimpses of deer here and there; just enough to convince me we weren’t wasting our time. Unfortunately, the outside world was relentlessly intruding. Dr. Mingo’s phone leapt from … Continue reading →

Eighteen minutes into the day and the plan had gone to shit! Rather than blissful unawareness of election results I knew The Hairball had prevailed. The news (despite being unwanted knowledge) made me buoyant. The same feeling you get when … Continue reading →

No plan survives contact with the enemy. Field Marshall Helmuth Karl Bernhard Graf von Moltke We had a plan. It began as intended: Mingo and I unplugged from the media (which had gone full retard for Hillary), Dr. Mingo (and … Continue reading →

I should explain something about my last post. You know how I said “the deer won’t move in this wind”? Well they did. You know how I said “you won’t see a buck”? Well, Dr. Mingo saw a buck. You … Continue reading →

[Editors note: previous posts in this series were titled “I’m Back”. Lame! I went back and re-titled them.] Dr. Mingo arrived, banjo and all, via the ritual torture called commercial airline travel. I was the extraction team. I swooped into … Continue reading →

I’m telling this story backwards. I started with the day of the election… its dénouement. That’s not the start of the story. What you did on election day is your business but I planned for not only election day but several days … Continue reading →

[There are many ways to experience election day, this is one.] With timeless unhurried grace the sun rose. It was cold. I wanted it to rise faster. The sun doesn’t give a shit. I sat there and shivered. I was … Continue reading →