




This was at the Easton Diner where were stopped for breakfast.

At the Amish Market in Parole MD.

Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
This Blog started in 2001 as a Trip Log to record a summer in Alaska. Since then, it has morphed into my online diary.





This was at the Easton Diner where were stopped for breakfast.

At the Amish Market in Parole MD.

We went up to Bethany Beach in Delaware for dinner.

Dinner was great.

Today’s adventure. I walked from the hotel to the other end of the boardwalk. Walking north was rather ordinary. No people either.

For all my laughs about how tacky Ocean City MD is, it still has the ocean. And I can watch the ocean from my bed. It’s been an excellent two days.









What’s not to love? Well, it’s chilly. I plan on doing absolutely nothing for the next two days.




Heading to Ocean City for a few days tomorrow.
Everything looks worse in black and white – Paul Simon
Rev Dr William Barber II. And some of my images.

Grateful that I made the effort.
Peaceful. Many seniors very few college age people. Everyone was mostly annoyed that they had to do this shit again. A lot of people sat on the grass and hadn’t considered how they would get up. No trouble with transit. Especially enjoyed hearing Dr William Barker II and Rep Jamie Raskin. It was all more spontaneous than organized. Lots of people from out of town.



I’ll find out tomorrow if I can do it. I am an old person. What do I have to lose? I emailed my lawyer to say that I am going, and she might have to spring me out of jail. If “they” are going to come after an old white woman from the ‘burbs, then we have already lost the war.
Make a list.


Ignoring the stock market. Not easy. Ignoring what’s happening or not at the shit show 7 miles to the east of The Old Bat Cave. Also ignoring The Asylum’s plans to renovate our public spaces. That’s the only thing that I can safely ignore. (1) They are going to do whatever they are going to do. (2) I might be dead even before they get started. (3) They are not going to eliminate the saloon.

Bleeding hearts are fun to photograph but they are only around for a week or two every spring.
Just looked at the market close. Not pretty. A quarter mil here a quarter mil there. After a while that adds up to real money. Quarter mil is about what it costs to fuel one of the Billionaire Boyz yachts.


Grateful that Greenland welcomed me several summers ago. I am too old to be a soldier of fortune, but if Greenland needs help. They can count on me.
Grateful to the voters in Wisconsin and Florida who showed up and voted for good, not evil, yesterday.
Grateful for Senator Booker. Thank you, sir, for hope.

America needs help. I am too old to take to the streets. Age will slow me. Age will not stop me.

First, 20 hours into his speech which technically isn’t filibuster Cory Booker is fucking awaresome:
“I don’t want a Disneyfication of our history! I don’t a whitewashed history, I don’t want a homogenized history. Tell me the wretched truth about America, because that speaks to our greatness”
On a day when 10,000 Health Service workers are fired, we need a lot more Cory Bookers.
I shall not whine about being tired.
Second, for the next couple of hours, “my” volcano might be pretty cool. At this instant the south vent is over 200 meters.
Unless DOGE closes Volcanoes National Park and takes the camera away.

Looking for something happy to report.