"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
What’s going on in my life
Last night Donna asked me if I couldn’t see my way clear to working up a little Christmas spirit. Sigh. Millions are affected by holiday season depression. I always thought they were weak, but now I’m ready to admit I have a touch of it myself. It certainly helps explain my seasonal grumpiness, which rarely lifts […]
You may have noticed a trend here toward fewer topical posts. More and more, I write about life, books, and aviation. Two windows are always open on my desktop monitor: one is this blog, the other the draft of the memoir I plug away at. The personal rides shotgun these days; politics and current events ride […]
A few years back a friend told a friend of hers to hook up with me on Facebook. She thought we’d hit it off, since Kevin had been an F-15 maintainer at Kadena Air Base, stationed there at the same time I was. I didn’t know him then, but was happy to add him as a friend, […]
The cure for what ails me, that is: see photo. Apart from weekly trips to and from the air museum where I volunteer as a docent, I haven’t been out on the Goldwing for a proper ride in a month or more, but a window of opportunity opened Sunday and I called my friend Ed to see if […]
Remorse, yes; major-sin remorse, no. More like mild feelings of guilt for neglecting the blog, and you, my reader. I knew this would happen when I took on a competing writing task, my memoir, which creeps along in the background, one painfully-extracted sentence at a time. The day before yesterday I sent out a Paulgram newsletter. One of the […]
We’ll start with the official family portrait, taken with the big Canon on Thanksgiving day: This is as much of our family as we can gather together these days: our granddaughter Taylor had to stay behind in Las Vegas to work, but at least she was able to share Thanksgiving dinner with her boyfriend’s family. […]
I’m assuming everyone is up on the story of the Texas lady with the “Fuck Trump and Fuck You for Voting for Him” sticker on her pickup truck and how a local sheriff threatened to arrest her for displaying it, and later did arrest her on another pretext, and how she’s back on the streets […]
I walked Mr. B around the neighborhood this morning. Donna, who was watching from the family room as we came up the street on our way home, saw a coyote stalking us from behind. I never had a clue. I’d better start training myself to check six again. Our new dachshund is a standard, considerably larger […]