Tuesday Bag o’ Crossed Lines

Monday last I had to haul my miserable hacking feverish runny-nosed voiceless self home from Pima Air and Space Museum after the first tram tour of the day, leaving my co-volunteers in the lurch. I made up for it yesterday with four nearly back-to-back tours, one every other hour, from the first tour of the day to the last. […]

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Bettie Page’s Hips

Bettie Page’s hips didn’t stick out like that, is all I’m sayin’. […]

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Tuesday Bag o’ Tissues

Halfway through the first tram tour I lost my voice. And so, for the first time in the eight years I’ve been volunteering at PASM, I bailed on my co-volunteers and went home. […]

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Glitch in the Matrix

Of course the real glitch in the matrix is Trump and the inescapable fact that a subset of the population thinks he’s the greatest. That subset includes former friends of ours, who couldn’t have shocked us more had they revealed themselves to be cannibals. […]

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Air-Minded: Yellow Peril

“Carry a barf bag whether you think you’re prone to airsickness or not,” my instructor pilot said, “because you never know.” […]

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Busting Up the Tearoom Trade (Updated 3/22/19)

… all this happened 30 years ago, at a time when gay servicemen and women were actively pursued, identified, and forced out (usually with dishonorable discharges). […]

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Safety Sam & His Wheelchair Tram

My experiences driving disabled vets for the VA came rushing back. I’d done literally everything wrong, and that was what had been bugging me earlier. […]

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Air-Minded: First Flights

Everyone has to start somewhere. Do you remember your first airplane ride? […]

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