Evening Ebb

Better late than never, here's a picture of the turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, asparagus, stuffing, rolls, and pumpkin curry soup. The turkey was quite good and we've been slowly working through the leftovers. Hard to believe I'll only be in Arizona for two more nights before flying to California.

Two stories to ponder on a Saturday morning.

Sad story out of Sydney. Philip Hughes died after being struck in the head by a cricket ball. Helmets don't always protect players from the risks inherent in their sport.

The anniversary of the Sand Creek Massacre in Colorado is today. Ned Blackhawk has a fascinating op-ed in the New York Times exploring the legacy of this tragedy/atrocity and the connection between the civil war and the subjugation of the native populations in the southwestern United States.

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Vessel Name:	s/v Evening Ebb
Vessel Make/Model:	1979 Pearson 365 Ketch
Hailing Port:	Washington, DC
Extra:	The boat's name comes from a poem by Robinson Jeffers: Evening Ebb The ocean has not been so quiet for a long while; five nightherons Fly shorelong voiceless in the hush of the air Over the calm of an ebb that almost mirrors their wings. The sun has gone down, and the water has gone [...] down From the weed-clad rock, but the distant cloud-wall rises. The ebb whispers. Great cloud-shadows float in the opal water. Through rifts in the screen of the world pale gold gleams, and the evening Star suddenly glides like a flying torch. As if we had not been meant to see her; rehearsing behind The screen of the world for another audience. More