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Spring barges in




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Originally uploaded by Suffering the Benz

As the temperature climbed into the ’70s and the sun streamed into the house yesterday, I kept looking down at the dock. At about 3 o’clock I gave up, went down and launched the kayak.

I headed downstream on Loudon to daymark 606.1, which put me within sight of the Highway 95 bridge near Loudon Marina in Lenoir City. I’m hoping to get there once the water warms up, but yesterday I settled for an 8-9 mile roundtrip paddle punctuated by wailing gulls and indignant herons. Not to mention the occasional buzzing of bass boats. When I finally do attempt Lenoir City, it will be almost twice as far. I’ve paddled only a few times this year, so yesterday was about perfect. I can still lift my arms this morning but I definitely feel tight … in a good way.

This photo was taken as I returned to Duck Cove. Our dock is on the left, and the barge and tug on the right are building a dock. From our porch, they look pretty massive and swallow up the cove. It caused Sydney the Angry Cockatoo no end of consternation when the tug plowed into the cove on Sunday and grounded the barge on the shore.

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Why the Rocky’s death matters

This is why it’s critical that we have vibrant, competitive news-gathering organizations in our local communities.

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My Cambodia obsession continues …

I’ve read two more books on Cambodia recently, both of which were deeply disturbing.

Off the Rails in Phnom Penh: Into the Dark Heart of Guns, Girls and Ganja,” by Amit Gilboa. I added this to my Christmas list after seeing reviews comparing it to a Hunter S. Thompson-style romp through Cambodia, and Lara made sure Santa delivered the goods.

Gilboa was a journalist based in Vietnam, and during several trips to Phnom Penh be became closely acquainted with members of the expatriate community there. It was originally published in 1998, so I’m not sure how much things have changed in the interim. Substantially, I hope. The book was a letdown on two fronts.

1. I just didn’t find much of it that interesting or engaging. I caught myself scanning a lot. There are moments. But it seldom approaches the amusing mayhem or eloquence of Thompson’s books.

2. The details on prostitution really disturbed me, especially some of the Westerners’ attitudes toward Cambodian women. It’s important to note Gilboa isn’t endorsing this. Mostly, he’s just reporting it. But it’s deeply disturbing and