In the Distance a Speck Against the Sky: The Wanderer Returns

Might as well start the blog up again. I'll be making the kiddos do it in reporting and advanced reporting. Time to stave off the encroachments of brain rot by writing long Henry Jamesian sentences that twist, bend, ends collide, dissolve on the night air.

(For mornings, mots as crisp as bacon.)

Here's a mot:

"That John McCain. Pulled himself up by his wife's bra straps."

Call this one wit for an older audience.