If you follow aviation accounts on social media, you’ve probably noticed how quick fellow aviation buffs are to pounce on photos of unidentified aircraft. The only thing worse is when the original poster gets the aircraft type or model wrong … then it’s Katie bar the door!
Maybe we should come up with a standardized personal space reminder phrase, something along the lines of “Distance, please.” You know, like skiers and bicyclists with their “On your left,” like the French with their “bonjours,” like that one friend we all have with his “You gonna eat those fries?”
I was looking at an old photo album on Flickr this morning, and it hit me I may have one of the most complete photo archives of the Boneyard Project, an art exhibit hosted by Pima Air and Space Museum from February through May 2012.
Here’s my latest photoblog from Pima Air and Space Museum in Tucson, Arizona, where I work as a volunteer docent.
The annual collector car show on the golf course at Tubac was yesterday. So too was the annual Sunnywood Estates homeowners’ association meeting. On the agenda: the election of new board members … and I was a nominee. Guess which event I rode my motorcycle to?
Our kitchen is done, and as promised, here’s the evidence.
It’s been a couple of years since the Southwest Woodfords have assembled in one place. But family gatherings are what Thanksgiving’s for—at least that’s what it’s come to mean for many American families, ours included. Not only are we together, we even proved we can hold still long enough for a group photo.
I don’t know if Trump will resign (even if he’s impeached, he certainly won’t be convicted, so giving up à la Nixon is the best we can hope for), but if he does we’ll have Pence, and if Pence has his way we’ll have Gilead. Atwood is a timely read, to say the least.