Thursday


16
Jul 26

The air is gross

However hot it was yesterday, and the heat index reached 110 degrees, it felt much the same today. The heat index reached 108 today. I am of the opinion that anything over 106 is just pain, anyway. The rest is semantics.

Except for this, those poor electricians were back at it today, running wires and cables and connections this way and that, all so that we might one day have a generator operational. They sweated and melted and crusted over and sweated again. They had to turn the power off today, which they did one minute after their projected time. They predicted we would be without power for four or five hours. And after five-some hours they restored power. We stayed in the house, stayed still and read. For most of the time it was fine; the ambient temperature inside served us well as the sun baked us. I was still handing out water, checking on my guys, trying to stay positive and encouraging them to come inside from time to time. They never really would, but they did enjoy working in the basement the best.

We hired these guys, and their company needs to make money and they need to make money, and we’d booked this however far in advance, but sending these fellows out this week, during another intense heatwave, seemed rude.

I poured them water, scooped them ice, offered every little solution I could think of. When it felt like inside of the house was getting too warm I thought to go check in with them again for the fourth or fifth time. When I came back in, the house, which had felt warm a few moments ago, felt absolutely delightful. And that, friends, is relativity.

Still a third man, a gas man, came to the house this afternoon, too. His job was to run a bit of gas line from the new gas meter to the new generator. I think we’ve exhausted the electricians with the conditions and the demands of the job. They will come back again in a week or so to finish up the work. And then the final connections will be made. And then some municipal inspections of their work must be done. And then we will have a generator. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if we lost power sometime between now and then?

Anyway, near the end of the month, sometime in the very early part of next month, we should be set. One less thing to worry about, which we don’t worry about.

But, you know, different people have told us how many of our neighbors have gotten generators around here. Apparently it’s been a big acquisition since 2020. Indeed, as we stood outside looking at the latest work today you could see two of them sitting patiently next to neighboring houses. And, soon, we’ll be set up just so, too.

May we never need them. And may those guys get re-hydrated this evening.

Speaking of books, I finished Carry Me Home. I’ve been putting my observations on Bluesky, for some reason. Here’s the first batch. And so here’s most of the rest of them. I have one or two more that I’ll put here tomorrow.

That footnote, though.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 8, 2026 at 12:20 PM

One of the things that people told themselves, and one of the things McWhorter repeats now and again, is that the real problem was one of peer pressure. People didn’t want to be ostracized from their class and people because they treated others with kindness or decency or fairness.

Which …

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 8, 2026 at 12:20 PM

We turn, now, to the Children’s Crusade.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 9, 2026 at 12:43 PM

We should remember that a 12-year-old in this story is 75 years old today.

Living memory.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 9, 2026 at 12:45 PM

Beyond even the nuance in this incredible well-told story, the occasional human insight, the glimmers of social realization, things that read like an actual spiritual conversion, is fascinating. It doesn’t happen to everyone, and certainly not at the same times, but there are these moments …

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 9, 2026 at 12:50 PM

Minimal experience, but quick to violence, loved confrontation, so, of course, qualified. An “addled racist” said NYTimes’ Howell Raines.

Crying scapegoat, Lingo ran for sheriff of Jefferson County (where much of this story is focused). He lost. He died of “a heart ailment” in 1969.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 10, 2026 at 1:22 PM

These Wallace anecdotes exist within a few dozen pages of one another. In retrospect they can read almost as an explanation, an excuse, “We’d no idea, ” a “It’s out of our hands,” which is common. But that’s the compression of time. People understood — for good, bad, or worse — what he was.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 14, 2026 at 12:23 PM

After the bombing of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church that killed four little girls, Chuck Morgan gave a speech so moving, so powerful it got national attention, and ultimately pushed him out of town, to Atlanta.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 14, 2026 at 12:23 PM

The period in which my peer group grew up … and why so much of this book is a revelation…

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 15, 2026 at 2:34 PM

Quick aside, the Civil Rights Institute is a fantastic visit.

The book ends with this, “America’s city in a valley, but out of the depths rose a city upon a hill. Beauty from destruction. There is magic in that."

But there are multiple epilogues, because of timing and cosmic inquiry.

— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 15, 2026 at 2:37 PM

After “Carry Me Home” was published came a new round of trials. I covered the Blanton trial. (I don’t think I used the “closure” framing.)

Asides: Rudolph, not involved, but in common, was captured, tried and sentenced. US attorney Doug Jones later became senator and is now running for governor.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 15, 2026 at 2:46 PM

There are, functionally, four epilogues in this book. Some of them necessary due to timing, others due to contemporaneous events that have echos of the past. McWhorter spent 20 years putting this together and so it doesn’t seem indulgent at all. Here is her summary of the book’s thesis.

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— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith.org) July 16, 2026 at 12:43 PM

I have one or two more that I’ll embed in this space tomorrow. And, of course, we’re on to the next book, which is also a great read indeed.


9
Jul 26

Meanwhile, over here in Purrtown

Time for the site’s most popular feature, and the one most in-demand in the house, too. This is where we show off the cats. And believe me when I tell you, they are insistent upon it. Every week or so — I don’t know how they know — they will march into the home office and stamp around until I correctly interpret their body language and intention.

There is, believe it or not, a lot of that going on around here. If I am not sitting just so when it it is time to hold a cat, there is a demonstration. If I am in the wrong position for a late night cuddle, woe unto me until I figure it out and make the right adjustment. And then the huff or sigh.

I know, I know, that sounds like something I’d make up, but that’s the way it works. OK, I don’t always get the huff. But otherwise, total truth.

Anyway, Phoebe is enjoying an afternoon snooze.

And, later, in almost the same spot, in an even cuter pose …

Poseidon, meanwhile, insists he can be cute and charming, too. He’s very vocal and insistent about these things.

Very vocal and insistent. Or he yawns a lot. Or both.

So, as you can see, the kitties are doing great. And now that you’ve admired them once more maybe they will retract their claws out of me for a little while.


2
Jul 26

This is absurd, weather edition

This was at 6:22 p.m.

And there is a lot more to come.


25
Jun 26

Oh no, dropped again

Poison ivy status: inside of both forearms, and the space between my thumb and index finger on the back of both of my hands. Itchy and liable to stay that way for a few weeks. There’s something to look forward to.

We had a lovely little bike ride this evening. We got to say hello to the sheep who were grazing peacefully as we pedaled by.

Here’s proof that I wasn’t dropped right away. This is 22 minutes after the sheep, which were, themselves, about 25 minutes into the ride.

But I did get dropped, and dropped but good. Also, we had 20 mile per hour headwinds for the last seven miles. That’s OK, it allowed for some time to move through the countryside at my own pace — which was slow in that win. Near the end of the ride I was counting on this tree line to give me a little break.

That lasts for about 11 seconds.

And at the I-can’t-believe-I-must-stop-twice-in-1,500-feet-when-I’m-tired section of the route …

I wonder if I’ve seen that tractor and its driver or, if so, how many times. I doubt he’s counting cyclists. I wonder which fields behind me is going to work. Or maybe he’s as done with the day as I was just there. I was pretty much done.


18
Jun 26

A little slowdown ahead

Well, the cats are settled back into things. Routines are easy to slip into, and thank goodness for that. And there’s nothing in the world more habitual than a cat, except maybe for me. Phoebe enjoyed a nice nap in one of the scratching boxes.

Poseidon took the opportunity to sneak into the dryer. It’s a cave and dark and warm? It must belong to him.

While we were on safari I mistimed a few of the early photos and the joke from our new English friends was that I should take a bunch of animal bum photos and decorate a room of the house with them. Before long, the joke became that we should do a bathroom in that style. And maybe we will. To continue the joke I kept taking photos of wildlife bums.

And then, on our last day, on Table Mountain in Cape Town, I wandered into the gift shop and saw this.

You know, I said to my lovely bride, I’ve been thinking about expanding my small lapel pin collection just a bit. Should I get these?

“Absolutely,” she said. So I did. And for six dollars, American, I added five new pins. I figure I’ll find a way to wear one or two of them, at least.

And that is the 201st photograph I’ve put up in June alone. Which is to say that things are going to slow down around here for a while. I’ll try to keep the regular Monday-Friday space filled with … something … but if I miss a day or two here or there, don’t be too surprised. And, eventually, we’ll slip back into high volume content. But, for now, summertime.