A Peculiar Duel

The fine mist floated a half meter above the damp pampas earth. The sun had not quite lifted its sleepy brow above far off mountains that formed a crooked line at the extent of the plain. Octavio de Ponferrada Suarez Scarambolli sat in the wooden folding chair; the...

A Poem

Bill Wilheim I don’t think they make them like that anymore In this land of plenty Where gold is an albatross that hangs around the neck of the ungrateful Where we think our good fortune falls from trees Instead of from the storehouse of the creator And it annoys us...
A Really Great Instrument

A Really Great Instrument

I was completely unprepared for what I was looking at. Although I was part of a class that was showing me how to use special equipment to see this stuff, somehow I was not really ready to appreciate what it was that this class was allowing me to see. I adjusted the...

A Really Great Instrument

I was completely unprepared for what I was looking at. Although I was part of a class that was showing me how to use special equipment to see this stuff, somehow I was not really ready to appreciate what it was that this class was allowing me to see. I adjusted the...