The Implement
We got the gun out this past weekend. The double-barrel 12-gauge — a Parker Bros. classic — has felled many a deer and mourning dove. It was our great-grandfather’s, passed down to us through the generations. The harvest may not have been bountiful Saturday, but there is something to be said about spending a foggy morning in a lowland South Carolina plantation. A dear childhood friend rallied the dogs from his horseback. If we listened closely we could hear the whip cracking the air’s stillness. The whooping is hard to describe: high pitched, rising from the River Styx, madness. We’d sit absolutely motionless for an hour, each squirrel scurry increasing the tension, living on the potential. And then the snap — the cacophony of the dogs on a scent. Just like Dark Sky, which is always on the hunt for the stories you miss. Today, we retrieve Hannah Arendt, Scott Ritter on Afghanistan, the long narrative, email and Oberlin and undergrads. To borrow from Lynyrd Skynyrd, “we’re just like you babe, we’re on the hunt.” – Andrew Geer
