Taint Days
If I don’t post again before then, happy New Year to you and yours!
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
It didn’t happen if there are no pix
If I don’t post again before then, happy New Year to you and yours!
Happy solstice to you, and happy holidays too.
Our grandson Quentin’s commencement ceremony at the University of Nevada, Reno, was yesterday afternoon.
Donna and I were married 60 years ago today.
Between the 17th and 19th of October, Donna and I were in Las Vegas for our granddaughter Taylor’s wedding.
In the mid-1980s, my son Gregory, then a student at the University of South Florida, used to ride with me from Tampa to Clearwater to visit the original Hooters, where we’d park our motorcycles and go inside for wings and beer.
Since it was relatively cool this morning, I grabbed my camera and headed down to Tucson’s Pima Air and Space Museum.
Meanwhile, that pretty little Cessna 172 at Pima Air and Space speaks to me every time I walk or drive past it, and no wonder. I lost my virginity to one of its sisters.