"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
It’s election day here in the States. My way of avoiding anxiety-inducing news and social media is to stay busy with something else: namely, a visit to Pima Air & Space Museum, a long session of photo editing, and now, as the time for early projections approaches, the task of putting together a blog post.
One thing I’m sure of: it’s not a real scramble but a staged photo, taken for PR purposes.
I’m tickled to see my own name still on the wall, alongside those of fondly-remembered squadronmates.
What did I get wrong this time? Believing something I read about F-15 Eagles and reposting it to Twitter, that’s what.
Observations on aviation-related stories in the news.
In my day, intercepting potential enemy aircraft in the Alaska ADIZ, the potential enemy was Russia. China was not a factor.
Anything else, at this point, is speculation, and we’re not supposed to comment until the facts are known. Well, the further I get from the long arm of the Air Force, the less I’m inclined to observe the pieties, so I’m just gonna jump in the speculation canal with both feet. Up to my neck.
It’s called assignment night, sometimes drop night (because that’s the day new pilot assignments drop), and it’s a party.