A discussion of the fine art of Adventure, and how to live in an Adventurous Manner, by several Gentlemen who know a (very) little bit about the subject.
A cold wind has been blowing across LGA Manor recently. The shadows fall a bit longer across the floor. Noises heard that cannot be explained. Is it the last throes of winter? Perhaps my tinnitus acting up again? Or is it something more sinister? Something… supernatural? It’s time to put these unexplained occurrences, these spectral suppositions to rest my friends. It’s time to announce the LGA’s next adventure. It’s time… for our Return to Ghost Mountain!
As some of you may have noticed, the world has (since September of last year) been experiencing a steadily worsening shortage which could very well have shaken the foundation of LGA Manor. I was shocked to find that none of the major networks had the courage to even mention this story, much less give it the full 24 hour coverage it deserved.
Perhaps they were simply trying to avoid sparking a worldwide panic, but the world deserved to know just how close to the brink it really was. I speak of course, about the shortage of Angostura bitters (fortunately the LGA Manor has a set of reserves for just these sorts of emergencies).
For those of you who know how embarrassing it can be to have everyone see your luggage, you’ll also know how much Tennessee seemed to enjoy showing it off. For you, the LGA Office of Propaganda presents this shirt.
For those of you not in the know… you’ll have to go back into the archives and listen to this.
I’ve often found that Adventure is where you find it. The LGA proved that in spades a few weekends ago when we went in search of a tiki-related event ostensibly taking place in a part of San Diego called Shelter Island. Shelter Island is a man-made peninsula consisting largely of hotels, piers and seafood restaurants. Although we didn’t know much about this tiki-centric celebration beyond its rumored existence, with Shelter Island measuring just over half-a-square-mile in area, we were confident (overconfident as we would find out) of our ability to find it.
I came across this article from CNN the other day, about a company called WiTricity, derived from an M.I.T. research group. They are experimenting with the wireless transfer of electricity. Being the League’s Archivist, I was immediately reminded of one of my very favorite, (not so) mad scientists, Nikola Tesla, and his similar experiments back in 1901.