EAGLES, CLOUDS AND RAISING THE DEAD

SOARING CLOUDS...

...AND SOARING RHETORIC

A BALD EAGLE DRYING ITS WINGS

Thursday, 8:00 AM.  60 degrees F, wind W, breezy.  the sky is partly filled with thin, stratosphere white clouds and the barometer is high.  It will be a fine day for a trip to the University at Stevens Point for a meeting of the Urban Forestry Council (so, no blog tomorrow).
    We have had gorgeous but somewhat unsettled weather the last few days, which has produced some awesome, classic thunderheads and a few drops of rain.

    Yesterday we saw what was to us an unusual sight; a bald eagle sitting on a floating log a considerable distance out in the lower Chequamegon Bay, drying its wings in the mid-day sun.
    In a good faith attempt to be politically fair and balanced, we have been watching a good bit of the Democrat Convention, where the rhetoric has, predictably, soared into the clouds.  Last night was President Clinton’s speech, and by the end of it he could have been nominated for a third term had that been constitutionally permissible.  He is certainly a spellbinder, but he didn’t actually say much about the current occupant of the White House. He is the quintessential  state fair snake oil salesman, and if he were selling GM stock we would all get our money back, that’s for sure.
    I went through a stage of curiosity early in my college days when I went to some religious revival meetings, the old-time traveling tent show, fire and brimstone, throw away the crutches kind. They don’t call Bill Clinton “Slick Willie” for nothing, and I am certain he could get up there with the best of those stump preachers  and heal the sick, maybe even raise the dead.  But I don’t think he can reelect Barack Obama.