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Aerial refueling: also called air-to-air refueling and in-flight refueling. You can’t send a B-2 from Missouri to hit a high-priority ISIS target in Libya without it; nor can you deploy an expeditionary air wing to a combat zone in Afghanistan or the Middle East. Aerial refueling allows receiving aircraft to fly long distances or stay on station […]
Between tram tours at the air museum, I sneak into a mostly-empty storeroom behind one of the exhibit galleries. It’s quiet and out of the way, a perfect place for a break. I thought I was the only one who knew about it. For at least the last two years, these two boxes have been sitting against one […]
Donna’s sister Robin is here for a few days, and she’s helping Donna put my Hash House Harrier T-shirt quilt together. That’s Robin in the photo. All you can see of Donna is her hand. Donna has made a few of these for friends in the hash, meanwhile saving some of my old shirts for […]
Fending for myself: Donna drove to Palm Springs to spend a few days with her sister and niece. Right after she left I heard one of the dogs howling. And she thinks they love me more than her! Since I had the TV to myself last night, I turned on Netflix to watch what must be the […]
Saturday I rode the Goldwing south to the resort town of Tubac for the annual car show. Of the three car shows I regularly attend, my favorites are the ones in Tubac and at the St. Gregory School in Tucson. That’s because they’re held outdoors: Tubac on a golf course and St. Gregory on an athletic field. The third […]
God I hate crowds, and even though cold and rain kept yesterday’s attendance down, it was still too crowded for me: this huge collector car auction (is it the hugest?) is like Disneyland for geezers. I drove this year, chauffeuring my friends Chip and Ed, along with Ed’s visiting sister Davida. By taking advantage of […]
Tuesday, November 8 to Sunday, November 13: six days and three states, about 1,700 miles, and lots of fun. My riding companions were my Tucson friend Dave on a BMW RT1200 and my son Gregory on an Indian Chief. Dave and I rode to Las Vegas to hook up with my son, who lives there. […]
This post is all about me. Me, me, me. But hey, at least you’ll see some photos to break up the monotony! I turned 70 on Halloween. I remember, as a kid, calculating how old I’d be when Halley’s Comet came. The year would be 1986 and I’d be 40. I couldn’t imagine either number: […]