Are you ready for the holidays? I’m not! Stay home if you can, stay safe if you can’t.
Oh my god: the Air Force says it’s okay to put your hands in your pockets.
The two times I pressed it and landed with emergency fuel, I noticed right away how high the jet rode while taxiing back to parking.
When I think about it, which I don’t do often, it astounds me how few of the men and women I know today are veterans.
I first posted this in May, 2007. I retold the story at a friend’s retirement party yesterday and forgot a couple of details, so I looked it up this morning to refresh my memory. It’s still a good story, with the added benefit of being true, so I’m putting it back at the top of […]
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
I have questions.
Seventy-five feels like one of those demarcation ages — like 21, 30, and 65 — though I’m fuzzy on what it demarks. Really old, as opposed to just old? Elderly with a capital E? The onset of dotage? Ice floe time? But, but … we don’t feel 75!