Dogs and Fireworks and Bunnies, Oh My!
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.
You know, it’s a miracle I’m still around.
To those who say it’s been a disastrous year, I say we don’t appreciate how good we have it.
Christmas 2020’s going to live on in the collective memory, isn’t it?
It’s not exactly an aviation story, or a Christmas one either, but it’s aviation-adjacent and that’s not all: there’s winter, snow, and a happy ending.
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
I think it’s widely acknowledged there’s a difference between sleeping dreams and napping dreams.
I have no forks to give.