It’s getting old, blogging about sheltering in place. But we’ve got it easy — for far too many Americans, the shutdown isn’t merely old, it’s a financial disaster.
Broke my stay-indoors-and-out-of-the-sun quarantine yesterday with a motorcycle ride up Mount Lemmon and back. It felt good!
I wonder how it would work, should we in the U.S. have to go into a state of universal quarantine. It’s almost impossible to imagine … but I’m sure Italians couldn’t imagine it either, and yet there they are.
In 2011, when I started leading visitors on walking tours of the aircraft in Pima Air and Space Museum’s exhibit hangars, PASM had a fantastic volunteer program.
I’m a convert, a missionary of the Church of Croc. Do you have a minute, sir, to talk about footware?
We didn’t watch Trump’s state of the union speech last night and after hearing about it I’m glad we didn’t. Of course everyone’s talking about it on Facebook and Twitter, so it’s not like we missed much.
Isn’t it about time we impose visibility and braking action limits on drivers? Or at a minimum, on drivers of large commercial vehicles?
Friends are sharing kitchen stories with me, and no wonder, since that’s all I seem to have been writing about lately.