On days like this…started bad last night and just got…longer.  I am left to wonder, having just “reviewed” the 312 comments on this blog……

1.  Why are all these Russians reading the Grunge Report?  And if they like it, why post all their comments in Russian? I’m just a poor, dumb fighter pilot, for goodness sake.  HELP!

2.  I don’t need any more shoes.  Or a Zune…whatever that is.  Or more “T”.  Or THAT kind of help…  I do need a bigger watch, tho…you ALWAYS need a bigger watch.

3.  Who booked that United flight for me and why do I need to check in 12 times over the internet with a credit card?

4.  Arabic?  See #1.

5.  How can I need to review 14 bank accounts I didn’t know I had and send the passwords to folks who speak #1 or #4 above?

6.  I have been to Saudi Arabia, Iran, Egypt, East Germany (back when) and a few other places around the globe…but I didn’t know I had a Chinese bank account.  Wow!

7.  With just my account number and password, Lord What’s His Name will put $25,000,000 in my account.  Now that’s almost too good to be true.

8.  I’ll think of something else…just give me a little time to get my jaw loose…

9.  A week of SOF beginning to look good!  There, I said it, Jim!

Jon Pactor '71 presents the Vic Powell chair

Jon Pactor ’71 presented the “Vic Powell Chair” to Wabash and the Scarlet Inn in memory of beloved Professor Vic Powell H’55.  Vic was, among many things, a Hall of Fame member of the Scarlet Inn Roundtable.

The chair plaque mentions “Intelligent and Respectful Conversation.”  Vic was a master of lively conversation and loved, yes loved, discussing (without arguing) differing points of view.  Some might suggest this kind of conversation is vanishing from the landscape.

Marion Powell Thanks Jon Pactor '71

Marion Powell, a Wabash legend in her own right, thanked Jon and told a packed Scarlet Inn that Vic absolutely treasured his moments talking with friends at the round table.  Carol, Vic and Marion’s daughter, echoed those emotions and she recalled the first moment of conversation when her father came home was about the topics of discussion at the Inn.

I for one certainly hope the days of intelligent and respectful conversations aren’t gone.