The sounds of not-so-silence

I'm accustomed, more or less, to the sound of military jets on practice runs through the mountains around our home. Sometimes they come over low enough to read the markings. But the crescendo of jet engines this morning is both louder and more frequent than normal. Did the Taliban invade the Blue Ridge while we slept? I'd better check the news.

I’m accustomed, more or less, to the sound of military jets on practice runs through the mountains around our home. Sometimes they come over low enough to read the markings.

But the crescendo of jet engines this morning is both louder and more frequent than normal.

Did the Taliban invade the Blue Ridge while we slept? I’d better check the news.

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  1. What! You want this to look like a blog! Hush your mouth!

    I’m going to be moving the site over to WordPress and a new server shortly and I’ll probably add the date and time tags then to the home page as part of a redesign.

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