HALF-FULL REPORT 08/05/11
Bagnoli, Naples, Italy. Who knew Hell could be so beautiful?
I'm sitting in a flower garden overlooking the Mediterranean. In front of me is the islet of Nisida, where at his villa, Marcus Junius Brutus (85-42 BC) and his conspirators planned the assassination of Julius Caesar. Off to the left looms Mount Vesuvius, and in the distance is the Isle of Capri.
On the other side of the hill behind me lies The Solfatara, a volcanic crater filled with boiling mud pools and vents hissing and steaming with sulfuric gasses. For the Romans, it was feared as the home of Vulcan, the god of fire.
Next to Solfatara lies a crater lake called Avernus, Lake Averno. For thousands of years, from Homer in The Odyssey, to Virgil in The Aeneid, to Dante in The Divine Comedy, it was revered as the entrance to Hell.
My wife and I are not here to go to hell, but to visit our son who, as a USMC Captain, is stationed at the NATO Command nearby that is running the war in Libya. Nonetheless, this seems a uniquely appropriate place from which to write this HFR as America is descending into economic and political purgatory.
