Saturday Photoblogging
Donna and I celebrated our 57th wedding anniversary yesterday with gifts, a matinee, and dinner out.
Postoperative Postflight
TIL (today I learned) that a tube of flavored Chapstick, placed in a drawer ten years ago and then forgotten, goes rancid.
The Post-Thanksgiving Slump
I meant to take more photos Thursday. The one I did take, though, is a keeper: That’s our Gang of Three, Fritzi, Lulu, and Mr. B, with Mary Anne’s dog Anthony, not being pests at the table and proving Robert Frost’s point about good fences making good neighbors (never fear … we made sure they […]
Is It Bad of Me to Gloat?
Itazuke Tower, this is Air Force 801.
Delayed Gratification
Donna gave me a cool birthday present this year — a class in camera phone photography, which I attended last week. In a surprise to absolutely no one, it seems I must upgrade to a phone with the latest and greatest camera.
Job Number One
Job number one is to clear your flight path and not hit shit.
My Bawdy Muse
I blogged about bawdy songbooks — mine and others’ — in April, 2015, and will share with you what I wrote then.
Red State Blues?
I don’t want to jinx it, so no more election talk for now.