My army died on the beach. The battleground was the Carolinas—a sandy, swampy land of broad beaches, surf, and room to maneuver. My town was situated along the shore, too close to the shore for my comfort, but I had no say in the matter. As my ally I had the Turks; Suleiman the MagnificentContinue reading “On the Horrors of War”
Daily Archives: July 29, 2007
On Stupid Weather
Since last night we’ve had lightning. We’ve had thunder. We’ve had more lightning. We’ve had more thunder. I called one thunderclap “rolling thunder”—it lasted for, oh, three or four minutes and rocked the world. But rain? Could we have rain to go with this rolling thunder? Of course not. :/ Must drink coffee.