To the States

To the States or any one of them, or any city of

the States, Resist much, obey little,

  Once unquestioning obedience, once fully

enslaved,

  Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this

earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.

Walt Whitman from his Leaves of Grass, 1855.

Stephen

Debris

Now covers our yard. Last evenings storm left us a mess. At least our power held as many in the city are without, at least those that haven't the sense to purchase a good back-up generator.

This morning, just before I hit the road, I snapped a quick photo of a few downed limbs. The limbs are much larger than they appear.  Since I'm such a frail weak old man I need a good crew to help in the clean-up.

I shall assign each of you a work detail. You will assemble on my yard at 1800 hours. Don't be late. Refreshments provided.

That is all.

Stephen