This won’t be any kind of organized Air-Minded post, more a collection of thoughts & memories. But there’s a theme, and it’s flying in formation.
My dyslexia is not the normal kind.
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
Hola, amigos! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a bag’s worth o’ miscellany.
I was around in the boys’ club days of the Air Force, when NCO and officers’ clubs would bring in strippers, hard-working women who earned every dollar we stuffed in their G strings while fending off our drunken attempts to grope them. Nothing but respect. But those days are over.
My Father’s Day was lovely, as, I hope, was yours.
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
Donna’s at her annual sewing guild retreat, partying with friends, free from the demands of kitchen, hearth, husband, and dogs.