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| DEER TRACKS HAVE NO ANTLERS |
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| FISH SCALE CLOUDS PRESAGING A STORM |
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| A BAYFIELD ENIGMA |
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| SOMEBODY, PLEASE, PULL THE PLUG ON THE KING'S TELEPROMPTER |
Friday, 9:00 AM. 11 degrees F, wind westerly, with moderate gusts at ground level. The sky is filled with fish scale clouds, which presage a coming storm. The humidity is 76%, and the barometer, which has been very high, is falling rapidly. It looks like bad weather is in the offing.
Yesterday evening I went out to look for deer tracks at my deer stand. I put the truck in low-range four-wheel drive, and drove up and down the logging road to be sure I could get in to hunt on opening morning, but if the temperature rises as predicted I won't be able to negotiate the melting snow. There are indeed deer tracks in the deep snow, and it is tempting to imagine they were made by a ten point buck. But since tracks have no antlers, I will be a realist. They are probably the tracks of a lone doe and her fawn, and most likely left by them in the light of the moon at midnight.
The president's speech last night on immigration was about as enigmatic as the deer tracks, and leaves as much to the imagination. I wish someone would pull the plug on his teleprompter.
There is another enigma, on the Bayfield waterfront: a replica of the Statue of Liberty, flanked by four American flags. I pondered what it all might mean yesterday evening: to me the four flags stand for Freedom, Democracy, the Constitution, and the Rule of Law. Without those cornerstones, the Statue of Liberty can promise nothing to anybody, and without them the President's speeches are vacuous rhetoric, reminiscent of King George III's incoherent rambling in the final days of his congenital madness. It seems we have a king; perhaps we need a regency.
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