Felon's reflecting pool will always have an algal scum because of his "improvement." Only way to fix it and not have a recurring weekly problem is redo it and undo his improvement. Then again, his contribution of scum suites him.

Glad to hear affordability is now a hoax. A democrat hoax? A Biden hoax? After how the coward capitulated to Iran to get his ass out of the war he started, will MAGA look the other way again? Count on it. They're the dumbbells American education produced... by the millions... because they paid little to no attention then and still don't.

Where's the mob of megapastors often gathered around him to prey?

Topt out at 102f yesterday. Front blew in overnight and today will be 77f.

In case anyone cares or wants to know, I usually use the suffix "t" rather than "ed." It's a practice used by WHD Rouse, my favorite translator of the Odyssey.



view east from Mt. Princeton. This is the only fourteener where creeks low down traverse dry sagebrush mesa flats, and the aspen and narrowleaf cottonwoods follow the water. We call those riparian zones and they're full of wildlife because of the water.

When I wrote the Mt Princeton piece of the Fourteeners suite, I told the story about Cuerno Verde who allegedly hid Spanish gold he stole from Santa Fe in the Mt. Princeton chalk cliffs. These towering 2000' cliffs are made of monzonite, a granite look alike, but without granite's strength and durability. Monzonite not only easily erodes, its instability causes massive rockfalls. A few years ago a major rockfall killed a whole troop of boyscouts who hiked up to see Agnes Vaille falls. That trail is now permanently closed. No effort was made to recover bodies buried under thousands of tons of rock. The gold was never found, but in my story telling, shows up in the leaves of the aspen and cottonwoods along those riparian corridors in autumn.

We need some good American legends. Have some but need more. Especially now with the artistic black hole sucking the country poor.

Music draws me ever nearer God almost every day. Frailty and fragility of the human condition touches and draws inner chords I never knew existed or were possible. Really transcendental. Old man Liszt knew it. Malaki Bayoh knows it.