Friday Bag o’ You Know What

Mr. B snagged a pound of hamburger off the edge of the kitchen counter and snarfed it down—including the plastic wrapping. That was a week and a half ago. He didn’t eat for 24 hours. His poops, over the next two or three days, had us wondering if we should call the vet, but he’s […]

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Tuesday Bag o’ Callsigns (Updated 2/5/18)

That leaves Marine One, the callsign used by USMC helicopter crews flying the current president to and from the White House. This is the point of highest danger on my tour, because I refuse to say that president’s name. “Current president” is as close as I come; I have to carefully engage my tongue to my brain lest I blurt out “President Individual One” or something worse. […]

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Christmas Photoblog, 2017

A collection of photos from this year’s holiday season: putting up the tree and decorations, Christmas Eve clam chowder with friends, Christmas morning, visits to the air museum and Mount Lemmon. New faces in the photos are Georgianna and Don King, Donna’s sister and brother-in-law, who spent the week with us, and Donna’s friend Millie, […]

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Wednesday Bag o’ Bird Droppings

You may have noticed a trend here toward fewer topical posts. More and more, I write about life, books, and aviation. Two windows are always open on my desktop monitor: one is this blog, the other the draft of the memoir I plug away at. The personal rides shotgun these days; politics and current events […]

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Friday Bag o’ Remorse

Remorse, yes; major-sin remorse, no. More like mild feelings of guilt for neglecting the blog, and you, my reader. I knew this would happen when I took on a competing writing task, my memoir, which creeps along in the background, one painfully-extracted sentence at a time.

The day before yesterday I sent out a Paulgram […]

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Christmas Photoblog

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A Christmas Miracle

Donna dreamed of a Fitbit. Polly pined for a sound bar. I wished for a telephoto lens. We each got what we most wanted … a Christmas miracle! Shame on me for not remembering what we asked Amazon to leave under the Las Vegas Woodfords’ tree, but I expect our son and his family got […]

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The Best Present

Remember me telling you about the tangled history of Maxie, our newly-adopted dachshund? We’ve been worried that Lauren, Lorrie’s daughter … and Maxie’s most recent owner … might want her puppy back some day, and no wonder … the dog is absolutely loveable, and who wouldn’t want her back?

Donna with Schatzi & Maxie, […]

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