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So … we meet at last, Mister Bond.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
In & around Tucson, Arizona
So … we meet at last, Mister Bond.
I don’t know if UV exposure from a flying career aggravated my propensity for skin cancers or if it’s merely genetic.
Normally I post morning walk photos on Instagram, auto-copied to Facebook and Threads. Some of these photos were on those platforms earlier today, but I’ve been neglecting the blog so here they are again, all together in one post.
Another banger of a homeowners’ association newsletter.
Happy solstice to you, and happy holidays too.
We’re lucky when it comes to newsletters, because we live in a small 33-home subdivision with its own newsletter. And this month’s issue, written by a member of the homeowners’ association board and emailed to every household, is a doozy, almost dipping into the surreal. I mean …
Since it was relatively cool this morning, I grabbed my camera and headed down to Tucson’s Pima Air and Space Museum.
There. Now you know why Air Force fighters have tail hooks.