Air-Minded: A Christmas Story
It’s not exactly an aviation story, or a Christmas one either, but it’s aviation-adjacent and that’s not all: there’s winter, snow, and a happy ending.
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There I was at 30,000 feet
It’s not exactly an aviation story, or a Christmas one either, but it’s aviation-adjacent and that’s not all: there’s winter, snow, and a happy ending.
I think it’s widely acknowledged there’s a difference between sleeping dreams and napping dreams.
In past years I marked Pearl Harbor day with social media and blog posts of my own. I didn’t feel like it this time around. What else is there to say that I haven’t already? It’s not my generation’s memory, or yours for that matter.
Not that many years ago I could have gotten in serious trouble for even confessing to flying against a MiG, never mind sharing the details.
If you hate crowds but love old airplanes, there’s no better time to visit an air museum than during a pandemic.