Air-Minded: Walk My Elephant, Airman
Far be it from me to question the training and readiness benefits of recalling personnel, generating aircraft, loading weapons, and staging a mass launch.
Sunday Bag o’ Minimums
Isn’t it about time we impose visibility and braking action limits on drivers? Or at a minimum, on drivers of large commercial vehicles?
What a Croc
You’ve probably noticed a strong turn to the personal here at Paul’s Thing. I’ve been writing about the things that make my life worth living, avoiding commenting on the things that make me wish people were better than they are, that we lived in a happier, more humane world.
Saturday Bag o’ Memories & Updates
When I drove handicapped patients for the Tucson VA Hospital, I had one skinny old guy who took three trips a week to University Medical Center for radiation treatment.
I Want to Drive My Cybertruck
I don’t know if Trump will resign (even if he’s impeached, he certainly won’t be convicted, so giving up à la Nixon is the best we can hope for), but if he does we’ll have Pence, and if Pence has his way we’ll have Gilead. Atwood is a timely read, to say the least.
Cupboards and Books and Toadies, Oh My!
I know from Facebook that many of my friends are also members of local and neighborhood book clubs, and it gives me hope. We are smarter and more intellectually curious than you might assume from the crap we normally post on social media. Now if we can just get off our asses and vote, eh?
Sweat the Small Stuff
When I stress, it’s usually over trivial problems. Something’s not working, but there’s gotta be an easy fix … except I don’t know what it is and will have to figure it out on my own.
Sunday Bag o’ Fauxcity
Easy to identify problems, hard to identify solutions.