Nightfall in Athens. The Greeks waste valuable wood stores illuminating their castrum, but fail to keep enough geese. This won't go well, over time.

I must have a word with the magistrates in Thessaloniki about their upkeep of the forum.

One of my annual ambivalent postings about the events of 23 years ago, from the East River.

"You Had One Job," Manhattan edition.

Apparently, the North-Men have taken up a new line-of-business.

Whilst storage-spelunking, I came across a Seiko "SAY027J" box but containing an automatic Seiko 7006/7007. In find context, it was likely Uncle Claudius's, not Pop's, and re-boxed.

The Brooklyn Navy Yard, which built a 74 gun liner in 1817, New York and other dreadnoughts, Iowa & Missouri, and even a few flattops.

I know some people would disapprove of commuting with Gin & Tonic in a sippy-cup, but it is not yet Labor Day and it's the East River.

Why, yes, I, Nero Claudius Drusus Germanicus, am calibrating my instant-read thermometers. Why, yes, I do have more pressing tasks this Sunday evening.

My chariot awaits upon Ocean.