"This (Hawaiian) Legislature is like all other legislatures. A woodenhead gets up and proposes an
utterly absurd something or other, and he and half a dozen other woodenheads discuss it
with windy vehemence for an hour, the remainder of the house sitting in silent patience the while,
and then a sensible man---a man of weight---a big gun---gets up and shows the
foolishness of the matter in five sentences; a vote is taken and the thing is tabled."
Mark Twain, 1866, Id., p158
The days are counting down to the end of this awful, scary year. Of course the turn of the calendar page is only an artifice of things and doesn't actually separate anything that could be construed as helpful. Well. Perhaps a new tax year? Perhaps a new medical insurance year? Hmmm, well maybe there is something to this New Year thing. I often think about time, I'm not the only one since people have been keeping track of time for millenia, I mean think of Stone Henge, Tulum, and more.
A couple of years ago I did a walkabout with friends at the Bromo Seltzer Tower in Baltimore. The last vestige of a financial and "medical" empire from a century ago. The tower was intended to be a miniature Big Bend and is consequently quite a site. We had the chance to crawl around inside the tower at the clock level. The highly polished brass movements reminded me of the inside of old pocket watches...very elaborate and precise looking.