PERFECTION Prologue Jannequin knew he was going to die. There were fires breaking out all over the city, and his own people had set them. The Occitan army had begun launching balls of Greek fire over Carcassona’s walls. The Franks were clinging stubbornly to the city, and Count Raimon must have decided to burn it
Dear Kith and Kin, For my blog, ragbagmind.com, I’ve posted a cartoon strip instead of an essay. Some explanation is in order. In the early 1970s I was a member of a troupe of actors that toured the eastern half of the country, from Massachusetts to Louisiana, and from Virginia to Iowa. We were rather
T-BONE AND THE JEEP I started my 18-month Army hitch at the 564th MP Company in Massweiler, Germany as a tower guard, wearing a helmet and carrying an old M-14 rifle and two clips of past-use-date ammunition. But after a few months the CO, Captain “Jumpin’” Jimmy Fine (the “Jumpin’” adjective was because he kept