"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Social media, forsooth. Tell you what, I’m getting far more out of Instagram and Twitter these days than Facebook, which … with the exception of a few friends who still take the time to write actual newsy posts … features little more than lowest common denominator copy & paste crap.
The dogs took one look outside and decided the call of nature can wait. Now it’s a contest to see how long they can hold it.
There’s only one thing to do on a day like this: cook chili and cornbread.
Over the years I’ve seen occasional photos of aircraft converted into cars, trucks, buses, and motorized RVs. I decided to start collecting them.
Eight short book reviews: fiction, science fiction, mystery, thriller, horror, young adult, fantasy.
In an earlier Air-Minded post, I wrote about the early days of aerial refueling and the initial development of USAF tanker aircraft and refueling methods. This post is about the USAF jet fighters, interceptors, and attack jets that depend on those tankers to get to where they’re going and back home again.
Rather than roll over and accept that some of our fellow humans, equipped with brains at least biologically similar to yours and mine, can smell smoke and think it means there’s an iceberg nearby, or listen to Trump’s third-grade schoolyard taunts and hear a fourth-dimensional chess master at work, I trust my own powers of observation.
I’m continually taken aback by how little I know about my own family, things my sisters all talk about but for whatever reason are revelations to me.