On Monday, the most awesome, intrepid, and wonderful Jacki Wilson (no relation to Emmett or Bill), friend, colleague and archivist, with the University of West Florida Historic Trust, told me that she was digging around in an old house, collecting artifacts for the UWF Historic Trust, and she came across this: […]
I’m running. Mostly, I run with three close friends who kvetch with each other about life, work, and kids while getting into shape. And yeah, my friends have listened to the trials and tribulations of Emmett Wilson research and writing. We like hearing about each other’s jobs (as we each […]
A walk in the woods not far from my house, in Rock Creek Park. On the right side, you find a pile of stones. These are not ordinary stones. Hidden in a national park are the stones of the old facade of the East front of the U.S. Capitol; […]
I’m a little behind filing my report on working as an Election Judge at my precinct’s polling station. Apologies for that; one (of two) outcomes of the day that I didn’t expect was to develop a major cold, which I’m sure was exacerbated by interacting with literally hundreds of neighbors […]
If you haven’t read this story from yesterday’s edition of The Washington Post, please do. Lucky man, historian James I. Robertson, Jr., surrounded by artifacts. So blessed. So privileged! Out of the 1,600 pieces of information, he used 140 to write his book — all of it precious. What was […]
I’m taking a break this week from the Emmett Wilson writing marathon to follow in the Wilson family traditions of being politically involved. On Tuesday, I will be an Election Judge in my precinct. I’ve been assigned a 6 am to 3 pm shift to run the poll books (in […]
OT, but you have to check this Twitter story out. It is incredible. A great thread. So, something magical happened to me today, and I wanted to tell you all about it. — Marcin Wichary (@mwichary) October 27, 2016 His last line is this: “Whatever it is that you care […]
In early May, 1906, Nicholas Van Sant was worried. His law firm with Emmett was not doing as well as he’d hoped. Although they had won cases and were building a client base, there was a negative cash flow. Emmett seemed to be doing well enough; but Van Sant hadn’t […]
The higher you climb, the more ye shew your arse. Alexander Pope The Dunciad, 1728
Get a load of this. A man still alive — allegedly born BEFORE Emmett, in 1870. I often fantasize what it would be like to talk to someone who knew Emmett. I certainly wouldn’t expect to find anyone still around who is 130+ years old who might have known him. […]
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