Can you imagine what Christopher Hitchens would say about today?

Can you imagine how he would summon his command of the English language? What might his candor and concision produce?

How I wish we could hear him still. We need his unsmiling face and his pitiless intellect. We need his dismantling of fools and would-be kings.

 

 

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Mill Mountain in Roanoke, Virginia, July 2018 (4)

My Side of the Mountain.  Looking for Frightful and The Baron.

That view is extraordinary, isn’t it?  Mill Mountain rises to around 1,750 feet, and these were taken when my alumbuds and I were at or near the summit.

 

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Isn’t IT cute?

My baby groundhog buddy came back, but he’s shy all of a sudden. See the little twerp peeking out of the storm drain?

When I posted his picture on Facebook, however, Blog Correspondent Pete Harrison immediately cautioned me that he might NOT be a groundhog.  (And me all alone in my little yellow raincoat!)

 

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Mill Mountain in Roanoke, Virginia, July 2018 (3)

More mountain madness with the Mary Washington College kids.

I DO realize that those blurry car shots are weird.  I just find them trippy and dreamlike!  I’ll probably never stop posting them.  (And that third really blurry shot makes me think of Richard Connell’s “The Most Dangerous Game.”  The bright, laterally-racing greens just give it a sense of urgency.)

 

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