Winds Howling

Last night’s beer flight at Royal Oak Brewing.

Abstract art as a Cold War psy-op, from “Aftermath” by Harald Jähner: The insistence on figurative painting in the GDR made it easier for Western artists to present themselves as an aesthetic alternative and establish abstraction as the West’s trademark a…

On smoking cigarettes in Germany after World War II: German men scrambling in the dust for a few cigarette butts flicked away by occupying soldiers is one of the most vividly described post-war scenes.

Somebody finally got tired of their Valentine’s balloon

Pure evil

Tonight’s darkening sky from our patio

Where the cobbles of Detroit’s first historic district meets the 21st century pavement

On our recent trip to Nashville, one of the things on my “must do” list was to visit The Hermitage, the cotton plantation that Andrew Jackson, the seventh president of the United States, called home.

Torch Bar in Flint, Michigan

Wrapped up William L.

First day of the season around 80F.

Testing something.

Stella gave herself a dirt bath

I’ve added a page that’s usually the cornerstone of any blog: an About page.

That was much better.

I just got back from my fifth Bob Dylan concert.

James Bond continues to shine when it comes to the car stuff.

Kid Rock’s star outside the Country Music Hall of Fame looked defaced compared to all the other ones

The Nashville Trash Hole

Prehistoric cave art by Johnny Cash

Polk and I

Pocket watch presented to Andrew Jackson after the Battle of New Orleans.

Scald the hog

He got erected by WHAT?!

Broadway

I like Monet’s water lilies in a circular frame.

Rick Steves signing autographs after his Symphonic Journey show with the Detroit Symphony Orchestra

The neighbor’s cat, Stella.

Guess who’s flying to Nashville on March 27

I recently finished reading “Richard II: A True King’s Fall” by Kathryn Warner, a biography of the boy/man who was king of England from 1377 to 1399.

At the island.

Trivia with some friends.

This blog still doesn’t have an About page.

Trying out a new teapot from Teabloom.

Loved this ode to the mystical power of waltz in 19th century Vienna — from inside one of our old records, “The Strauss Family Album.”

On the way back from West Virginia, we stayed a night in Logan, Ohio, and checked out Hocking Hills State Park.

Listening to a record of Barry Manilow’s “Tryin’ to Get the Feeling” while we do some deep cleaning.

Winds howlin'.

The Everglades are a vast subtropical wetland that behaves like a giant sponge, soaking up floodwaters and filling an underground lake that supplies drinking water to about 9 million people.

One of the only natural areas within walking distance of our apartment is a small island in a man-made lake next to the dead mall.

My cat, Moose, makes his Winds Howling debut.

Nice sunset tonight.

I finished Casino Royale today.

It’s suddenly walk-out-the-door-without-a-coat-on weather.

Ducks are enjoying a partially melted pool on the shore of Lake St.

Afternoon walk in the woods while visiting grandpa in St.

We are back at Old Nation Brewing Company in Williamston, Michigan.

First fill-up at Costco since Trump started bombing Iran six days ago.

I feel a bit mind-controlled because ever since Netflix got the James Bond catalogue, I’ve been interested in James Bond stuff for the first time ever, only because it’s been shoved in my face.