Dennis E. Powell's View from Mudsock Heights

Dennis E. Powell is crackpot-at-large at Open for Business. Powell was a reporter in New York and elsewhere before moving to Ohio, where he has (mostly) recovered. You can reach him at dep@drippingwithirony.com.

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The View from Mudsock Heights: The Dust Around Here Proves that Nature Abhors a Vacuum

By Dennis E. Powell | Sep 03, 2009 at 3:38 PM

As a public service, I would like to let everyone know that the source of all dust in the universe is apparently somewhere near me.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Old Stinkpot was a Turtle, and He Briefly Was Mine

By Dennis E. Powell | Aug 24, 2009 at 2:37 AM

The shape was tiny but unmistakable to anyone who has spent years watching for turtles while driving.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Woodstock, the Legend, Isn't Much like the Festival as Experienced at the Time

By Dennis E. Powell | Aug 17, 2009 at 8:43 PM

Somewhere, deep in a box someplace, I have an original, unused ticket for all three days of the “Woodstock Music & Art Fair,” held 40 years ago this coming weekend. I think I still have it, though I haven’t seen it for years. I hope I do, because I paid for it.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Hoping that It was Just One of Those Weeks, Not One of Those Months

By Dennis E. Powell | Aug 07, 2009 at 10:14 PM

Every so often it seems as if the universe is sending a little message. You never know when it will happen, nor is it easy at first to recognize. In my case, it all began last week when the car started malfunctioning.

The View from Mudsock Heights: We Went So Far, Only to Turn and Run Away

By Dennis E. Powell | Jul 26, 2009 at 1:24 AM

From time to time it is claimed in connection with an event — usually a demonstration of some sort — that “the whole world is watching.” Practically always, the whole world isn’t. But the whole world certainly was watching 40 years ago this week.

The View from Mudsock Heights: A Storm and a Tragedy are Memorialized in the Median Strip

By Dennis E. Powell | Jul 20, 2009 at 5:52 AM

The roadside memorial always takes me back to that day. It was a Monday, four years ago, a very hot day. The dew point that afternoon was 81 degrees. Anything above 70 is thought to be — and my experience confirms it — uncomfortable. The air was saturated. Just walking to the mailbox and back left me soaked in sweat.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Mourning the Passing of an Incredible Cultural Icon

By Dennis E. Powell | Jul 09, 2009 at 5:12 PM

Every so often, the death of a famous person touches one in an unexpected way. That happened to me a little more than a week ago. A true cultural icon, someone who in his small way redefined our lives, had died unexpectedly. He was only 50. His passing left a void that will not soon be filled.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Throats Burned Dry and Souls that Cry for Water -- Cool, Clear, Water

By Dennis E. Powell | Jun 30, 2009 at 4:02 AM

I’m pretty sure that grass isn’t supposed to be brown. But it’s been so long since it was any other color, I’m not quite sure.

The View from Mudsock Heights: If Your Clocks are The View from Mudsock Heights: Flashing Half the Time, You Must Live in the Country

By Dennis E. Powell | Jun 18, 2009 at 5:10 AM

The electrical distribution system has always been a mystery to me, but it is capable of becoming even more mysterious.

The View from Mudsock Heights: It's Time Once Again to Do Something About the Wasp Nests

By Dennis E. Powell | Jun 10, 2009 at 11:58 PM

It looks to me as if this is going to be a banner year for wasps. I’m no expert, but the population of paper wasps seemed higher the first few warm days than it was any time last year. And this year they seem kind of berserk.

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