Walking Leroy in the Valley — Episode Four
April 27, 2020A much cooler run this morning for Leroy and I with our daily stroll on the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. I’d gotten up earlier, so we were off before any heavy heat had…
A much cooler run this morning for Leroy and I with our daily stroll on the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. I’d gotten up earlier, so we were off before any heavy heat had…
Heat on a Sunday afternoon in California’s Central Valley. Leroy and I started our dog-walk along Merced’s Rascal Bike Path this morning too late, and the warmth of the path seemed to increase further along…
On this Saturday, or whenever, a flashdance of twirling in time, lifting the nowadays to the yester-yore (h/t Susie): Feel good four minutes and 35 seconds… (Illustration: M.C Escher’s ‘Three Spheres II,’ found here).
Yesterday, the T-Rump descended even further than can be decently imagined down that escalator of cruel-insanity by advising us Americans to inject Lysol/detergent into our veins to combat COVID-19. A totally-fucked spectacle at his briefing/rally.…
In this preoccupied life, the best defense is laughter. Or insanity. First, read Martin Longman’s essay at Political Animal this morning, a ‘Desperate Sadness’ piece on how the US is fucked, and how the world…
Sunny and way-warm this mid-day Thursday in California’s Central Valley. And the inaugural post of Walking Leroy in the Valley (yesterday was the ‘pilot‘ episode). Although technically in a ground-sense the program is a part…
Another day in the life… (Illustration found here). Anniversary of a nasty sort — Dick Nixon died today 26 years ago. A great hat-tip to tengrain this morning and a link to this flashback of…
In the bat-shit crazy world we co-habitat, a short essay on our peculiar predicament, and not just COVID-19 floating in the air, but that nasty, orange-tinted virus at the podium (h/t BJ): And an addendum…
My cell-phone tells me it’s Wednesday, so we’ll go with that, despite the real fact it feels like yesterday, or a week ago. In a convoluted era of surreal craziness, this is by far one…
Raining this early-evening Saturday here on this tiny patch of California’s Central Valley. Outside just now smoking a small bit of a Black&Mild under the backyard-lawn umbrella, the ambiance was nice, a tad maybe on…