Perspective
In a Time of Drought
Day after day I pick up the paper in the morning to get the weather.
Day after day I pick up the paper in the morning to get the weather.
The week has been filled with hundreds of decisions that need resolve.
As I sit here at my desk I am surrounded by five screens.
Back in our sailing days we used to collect the odd item of nautical descent — a brass signal cannon that fired 10-gauge blanks and put out a satisfactory BANG!, a gimballed brass salon lamp that swung more or less level when the weather got heavy, a big oil painting depicting topsail schooners racing into the dawn.