Air-Minded: PASM Photoblog XXVII (Updated 3/26/24)
It must be spring, because I made the first of two annual treks to Pima Air & Space Museum today.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Catalog- & inventory-style memoir posts (cars owned, aircraft flown, etc)
It must be spring, because I made the first of two annual treks to Pima Air & Space Museum today.
There isn’t much new on display since my last update in October 2022, but I snapped a few photos anyway.
Starting to look like 2023 is the Year of Taking Inventory around here. I’m not going to read too much into that thought.
No InstaPot shortcuts for this guy! No InstaPot either …
Donna and I celebrated our 57th wedding anniversary yesterday with gifts, a matinee, and dinner out.
It gets my back up when people say dogs don’t have souls. If we have souls, so do they.
Our kitchen is done, and as promised, here’s the evidence.
I completed four operational flying assignments as a pilot in the United States Air Force. My career, with its balance of operational and staff assignments, was more or less typical for USAF pilots of my generation. What was different … and I’m sure it was nothing more than happenstance … is that the flying squadrons my family and I called home were not only low-numbered ones, but came in ascending numerical order: from the 8th Flying Training Squadron to the 32nd Tactical Fighter Squadron, then on to the 43rd TFS and finally the 44th TFS. How many USAF veterans can say that?