Polly’s home with her boyfriend in Ajo and Angie’s back in Tampa. I should be rushing to catch up with bloggage and book reviews, but my thoughts are random and disorganized. I’m leaving on a five-day motorcycle trip Thursday; maybe I’ll get back in the groove once I get some miles under my belt.
I feel bad about not blogging. With the house full of company the past week and a half, my only internet access has been via iPhone or iPad. Sure, lots of folks are perfectly happy typing with one or two fingers, but I’m not one of them. I took a typing class in 9th grade […]
Our friend Angie is here, along with our daughter Polly. Polly’s in town for a medical appointment. Angie’s visiting from Tampa, catching up with us and other old friends in Tucson. The two of us are scheduled to lay trail for a bicycle hare & hounds event on the 19th. We’ll work in an air […]
Do even white people trust the police any more? What should I do if a cop wants me to pull over? Try to keep rolling until I can stop in an area where there are witnesses, hoping someone will take a cell phone video in case things go sideways? Is the cop going to tase […]
I started learning and collecting bawdy songs when I was in the Air Force; every fighter squadron I flew had an unofficial songbook (that’s one of my old squadron songbooks on the left). Midway through my USAF career I started running with the Hash House Harriers, who, like rugby players and fighter pilots, share a […]
I wrote, on one of my other blogs, about the time my wife and I knew John Wayne Bobbitt: The Story of Stitch. Parts of it may be NSFW, but at least there aren’t any dirty pictures.
If I have the story right, when Franklin Roosevelt first told the American people about the Doolittle Raid, information on how we got our bombers close enough to Japan to attack some of its major cities was still classified, so he reported that the planes had launched from “Shangri La.”
Details of this week’s road […]