Friday Bag o’ Cahoots
I’m told Craigslist is no longer the place to sell things; Facebook Marketplace has supplanted it. Is there nothing Facebook isn’t busy taking over?
Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
Air-Minded: MIDAIRs & ZELLs & FOD, Oh My!
Am I the only person in the world who worries about shit like this? Probably.
Boomer Yells at Clouds
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?
It’s All a Racket
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.
The Grammar Policeman’s Other Ball
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.
Air-Minded: Air-Manned
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.
Very Regardfully
Too bad all my correspondents aren’t hashers, where the perfect sign-off is always a simple “On On.”