In my driveway there is a floodlight with a dusk until dawn timer. It was so gloomy this morning, “dawn” did not arrive until about 9:30. As bright and beautiful as the days were before, today has been singularly dark, a day when one wants to slip quietly into a corner and delve deep into a mystery.
I didn’t do that all day but some of the day, reading “The Hotel on Place Vendome,” a study of the Ritz Hotel before, during and after WWII. Good reading, not quite a mystery, not quite a page turner but a sound non-fiction account of the place that was at the center of Parisian life in those tumultuous years.
Of course, “Papa” Hemingway appears and his appearances further tatter the legend he built around himself even as his writing powers were beginning to fade, worn down by drinking and partying.
Reichsmarshall Hermann Goring was a morphine addict and spent at least part of the war soaking in the large bathtubs at the Ritz, attempting to wean himself off the drug.
Something like 80,000 children fathered by Germans were born in France during the war years.
It is a time we have not known. Somewhere today, I was reading an article online and the author was saying the last 70 years had been a dream. We had gone to peace and are now awaking into another era, not so peaceful. Yes, perhaps, but we did “duck and cover” as children and during the Cuban missile crisis my very young mind was convinced that we would all be evaporated.
It is not a peaceful world but never has it been very peaceful. I am peaceful this very moment, wrapped in a cloudy, gloomy day with verdant trees outside my windows, skies heavy with promises of rain, snug inside my cottage, the only sound the humming of the refrigerator.
The thunder of the campaign trail has been held at bay for the most part by my simply choosing not to delve much into it. Trump said something about “Second Amendment” folks should do something about Hillary and Democrats are charging that he was inciting violence against her. Of course he wasn’t, he said.
And Hillary has her blind spots, this week they’ve been showing up in relations between the Clinton Foundation and the State Department.
Though the report I was reading was released by a conservative group so I will add my grain of salt to what I was reading. Just as I put a bit of salt into my reading of the Democratic reaction to Trump’s latest. Don’t get me wrong, I won’t vote for the man. He’s crackers…
The number of ill considered things the man has said has slowly become numbing, no longer outraging me. It is just one unbelievable thing after another and, as far as I can tell, Trump’s not enjoying it much himself.
And he is embattled by his fellow Republicans. Susan Collins, Senator from Maine, has disavowed Trump. She’ll vote Libertarian or write in someone. She won’t support him or Hillary but go her own way. She is not alone. A dismaying number of Republicans are following her.
Whereas Clinton… I think she — and he — live for this kind of season, coming alive in amazing ways. Though Bill looks frail these days, a shadow of the man.
The Department of Justice released its report about the Police Department in Baltimore. “Scathing but not surprising” was one headline. In Ferguson, MO the wheels of justice are turning very slowly there, two years after Michael Brown died. Change is slow in coming, disheartening to many but the wheels are turning, I hope.
Like many, I have received two phone calls telling me the IRS is about to start a lawsuit against me. It’s a scam and it makes me crazy and people are being sucked in. One man paid the scammers $500,000 before he got wise. So ugly…
And while it is not beautiful outside, it is not ugly in my corner of the world.
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Letter from the Vineyard 
August 11, 2016 at 2:52 pm |
This sounds like an amazing summer day. The hum of a refrigerator and a book.
August 11, 2016 at 3:26 pm |
It has been a string of amazing days…I have been living on my deck, reading and staring down into the creek…