My father was a very complex man. When he was in the Coast Guard, he climbed to the tops of LORAN (long-range navigation) towers that were 620 feet (189 meters) or more in height. He did it for fun. In 1949 he was stationed on Bikati Island, Makin Atoll, in the Gilbert Islands (red arrow)….
It’ll end badly
January 13, 2015
I was born in Venezuela. For the first four years of my life, my closest relationship was with a woman named Delia. She was technically our maid, but in reality she was my surrogate mother. I grew up speaking English and Spanish interchangeably. Although we lived in oil camps, we interacted with Venezuelans daily. Believe…
Some perspective from a Third Worlder
December 5, 2014
I like living in the United States. It’s a great privilege. However, too many of my fellow Americans are idiots. The current fad is to march and protest because police kill black men. No other people count, which proves that the marchers and protestors are acting in bad faith. They don’t actually care about police…