Russian collusion at 90,000 feet in the 1960s! This CIA A-12 was untouchable. Speed: Mach 3.29 That’s 2,200 MPH! This technology is over 60 years old! Can you imagine what’s zipping around up there now? I can... #overkillthenovel#alexhawke#hawkemovie
Ah, Sweet New England. He’s not the tallest tree down on the farm, this ancient apple, not by any stretch. But Old Man John is by far the eldest of elders. This morning, John arose early, and clothed himself in snowy white. So this, he seems to say, is how winter ends, the nor’easters having fled to starry skies. Not with howl or roar, but rather in stillness, silent and bright. And Old Man John the apple tree? A stirring testament to Old Man Winter’s might. By Ted Bell, Old Mill Farm, a poem for my daughter Byrdie’s birthday, 13 March 2018. Happy Birthday!
This is the happy hour. Tropic air temperature is 72 degrees and the Ketel is sub-freezing. Mood: indigo and Old Blue Eyes singing “Come fly with me, come on let’s fly away...” Oh, and that book, the one that’s been haunting my dreams? Done, and done.