Almost Heaven
Climbed the fire tower on Sounding Knob with some of my children this morning, and after overcoming the vertigo looked out over the oldest mountains in the worl...
Author: Will Cox
The Trouble with Populism
“casting their ballots for the party that, despite its other failings, keeps entitlements inviolate, supports collective bargaining and has sought to ease the s...
Faded Fluorescent Light, Dirty Tile, and an Enveloping Sound
One humid summer night, passing through Maryland on a long road trip, I stopped for gas and a pack of smokes. In those days gas stations weren’t often open at a...
Brothers
I once was able to escape entirely into books, and could leave the world behind until one was done, no matter the troubles troubling my heart. My brother, a mer...
Serving Mammon
On Marketplace last night, Kai Ryssdal stated the unspoken obvious: “Guns are a business. A big business multi-billion dollar business in this country.” I’m rem...
Evidence
This here book I’m reading is older than I am, but just by a hair. It was checked out four times before I was born; the last just in time. It remained popular t...
Lost in ?
It was 18:30 just a few minutes ago and the sun had no thought yet of setting. Now it’s black out, and my computer woke up to tell me it is going to sleep. “Whe...
A Visitor
Luna, the smallest and youngest of our cats, has in her short time here cornered two snakes behind a door in the basement. And somehow she climbs the concrete w...
Summa cum laude
Number One Daughter graduates from SUNY New Paltz tomorrow. What next for her? Number Two Daughter has returned home from for the Summer and is between plans. I...
Tonight
Strong breeze tonightWarm breeze tonightLow breeze tonight The clouds above, unmovedThe stars above, unmovedThe dipper above, unmoved This breeze, low, aroundth...
An End, But Not The End
Toward the end of March 2020, searching the Internet for some solace
So Tonight I Might Sleep
Thursday afternoon the frogs who cling to the trees nearby gave voice to their mating song. A few daring fellows first, by evening constant singing rose from th...
Taste and See
The virtual world cannot compare. It engages but one of our senses, and even that just barely. How sad, how deficient must those be who think such a pale imitat...
No One is Mowing Today
No one is mowing today. The dawn chorus sang its morning song for hours, until the hint of summer rose too high. Then the mourning dove announced it must be noo...
A May Day
A luxury of working from home is the occasional opportunity to sit outside well away from the darkened lair of the computing beast. There is some small guilt in...
The Outliers
The population bump has reached the right-hand end of the curve: “The aging of baby boomers, those born between 1946 and 1964, who were ages 57 to 75 in 2...
Making Mountains out of Motu Proprio Traditionis Custodes
Pope Francis yesterday published, motu proprio, Traditionis custodes, revising certain regulations regarding the observance of what is commonly called the Tradi...
Someone is Wrong on Television
I’ve been avoiding Twitter and its ilk, but dear Lord the people in mass media are even worse talking to themselves on the television. Of course, one of them is...