Am I the only person in the world who worries about shit like this? Probably.
How hard can it be to write a damn headline? Why does the person who wrote that shit have a cushy job at a major newspaper and not me? Am I being too picky?
We’re having a proper Arizona monsoon for a change; the first to live up to its name in the 23 years we’ve lived in Tucson.
One of the last things they do before they’re intubated is beg me for the vaccine. I hold their hand and tell them that I’m sorry, but it’s too late.
The Federal Aviation Administration may ditch the word “airman.” One has to wonder how long it’ll be before the U.S. Air Force follows suit.
Too bad all my correspondents aren’t hashers, where the perfect sign-off is always a simple “On On.”
We’ll get to the nonbinaryness, never fear. Just bear with me for now. Donna’s sewing retreat is next week and she’s swamped with last-minute organizational details and changes. On top of that, she’s squeezing in a quick flight to Las Vegas to attend our grandson’s high school graduation. I’m sitting it out at home in […]
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