Return to Dodge

The pastel and stucco heatscapes of Florida - swarming with lizards, old people, and gawky-legged birds - it was a peculiar place to stage a honeymoon. But it was quite a good time, and we couldn't have asked for a more perfect memory, or a better start.

I've slammed my readership with the more personal items in the past couple of months; understandably, mind you, I did get married. But I've always intended for the personal posts to be relevant or funny. The fracas surrounding the wedding was certainly all that. But I'm going to be getting back to the news of the day and the Spacetropic coffee blend of topics forthwith.

On the political front, the London situation is another good template for attitudes and perceptions towards terrorism and risk management. And the Roberts nomination promises to be another D.C. potboiler - and a baiting tactic to draw the bitterest Schumer-esque Lefties out of their foxholes.

Culturally, and with regards to Cincinnati - we've got to do something to improve this place. I have less and less patience for complacency. I support all efforts to disrupt the status quo.