Neanderpundit

M. Alger brings up his “Desk books”, the ones he likes to have at hand all the time, and it makes me think. There Are but a few books that are either always at my hand, either on my desk or at my bedside table. The desk ones are simple: an Oxford Desk bible with Apocrypha (I’m looking to replace this with something a bit less ragged) Rossetti’s “Complete works of Shakespeare” Mann’s “The Bullet’s Flight from Powder to Target”, the “Farmer’s Shop Book” by Louis M Roehl.

My copy of “After Big Game in Central Africa” never leaves the nightstand.

What’s on your desk? What books do you refer to, or look at, every day of your life?

may be ass over teakettle.

Followed a couple on a harley this morning after dropping the Oglet off at school. He was in leathers, she was wearing an oilskin duster. It blew out behind her like the clothing on the girl in this video, giving occasional enjoyable glimpses of her denim clad backside.

And then he stopped at a light on a grade.

And her duster draped over the back.

And the bike rolled backwards, onto her duster.

And it flipped her off that bike in a most ungraceful manner. Thank God she was wearing a helmet- though her embarrasment was clear, even through the dark lens of the helmet. She remounted, tucking the duster under her as she did, and they drove off. Hope she replaces that helmet soon.