“The Charles G. Hill Web Pages, HTML/PHP Bad Example and Bandwidth Wastage Station Dustbury, Oklahoma, USA”
…is no more. The proprietor having died from (apparently) spinal injuries sustained in a car accident on or about Sept. 3. Chas was a pioneer blogger who was a sometime commenter hereabouts and his sometimes, on the weather, the texas-oklahoma rivalry and software woes will be missed.
He especially warmed my heart in various comments on the illness and dying and death from cancer of Mrs. Charm, such as “…this must be hard on you. Be strong.” and “…if there truly is a next world, surely it must be a nicer place than what this one is trying to become.” I agree.
Good luck in the nicer place, Charles.
Awoke today to bad news from Seton hospital: Barbara Ellen’s best friend is dying after a series of strokes. She’s falling deeper and deeper into sleep, says the neurologist.
Meanwhile, my sister’s beloved dog Kipling was run over. Grief all around.
UPDATE Bar’s chatter got her to open her eyes and respond. Then she gave a grandchild a happy birthday. Kipling, alas, is no more.
In memoriam, September 11, 2001.
So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry. –Lord Tennyson
“Anyone can come up with conspiracy theories. But there is no escaping the fact that [Jeffrey] Epstein’s career was one long conspiracy of mysterious money, a private island, the subversion of justice systems in three states, and the federal system, followed by a death that should have been impossible.
“A corrupt system enabled Jeffrey Epstein to abuse numerous girls. And now a corrupt system, somewhere in the shadowy maze of Civic Center, has drawn a final curtain over his death.”
Via Sultan Knish
Several days beyond the 75th commemoration I suddenly remember my cousin Dallasite Jerry Stover who went ashore on Omaha Beach on D+2. He was an Army signal officer with the advance HQ of the Ninth Air Force.
Jerry, who passed in 2012 at the age of 92, would go on to do such things as help liberate the Dachau concentration camp near Munich. But on the beach at Normandy he helped set up combat communications—after connecting with his uncle William Edward Matchett, my maternal grandfather’s brother, a Navy communications officer who’d gone ashore on the first deadly day.
“It was much quieter when I waded in on D+2,” Jerry wrote, “but the grim carnage had me very concerned about Bill…I found him safe! When he was deployed back to USA a week later, Bill left me his Navy jeep. A great gift! I used it to carry our radio sets across France!”
Via 6th Beach Battalion
“Forget The Right Stuff. This is The Neurotic Stuff. First Man drains the triumph, the exhilaration, the excitement, and the meaning from Neil Armstrong’s exemplary life in favor of a jittery, anxious, tragedy-soaked account deliberately designed to deny its audience any sense of transcendence.”
Then, the other day, the Brit actress who plays Armstrong’s suffering wife takes a liberal shot at President Trump. Thank you, dear, for saving me the price of your movie. From the bottom of my wallet.
Via The Weekly Standard