Drinking Age
It’s 2025 … and so begins the 21st year of Paul’s Thing.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
There I was at 30,000 feet
It’s 2025 … and so begins the 21st year of Paul’s Thing.
It’s a crock, all of it. Settle down, all right?
My friend Burt, a regular Paul’s Thing reader, alerted me to a New York Times article on potential long-term physical and mental health effects of flying fighter aircraft.
Take it from here, eagle-eyed aviation fans!
It’s election day here in the States. My way of avoiding anxiety-inducing news and social media is to stay busy with something else: namely, a visit to Pima Air & Space Museum, a long session of photo editing, and now, as the time for early projections approaches, the task of putting together a blog post.
October 31st, incidentally my birthday, is almost here. Why Halloween isn’t a national holiday continues to baffle me. As do many things.
One thing I’m sure of: it’s not a real scramble but a staged photo, taken for PR purposes.
There. The KC-10 Extender retires after 44 years of service, and I have to make it all about me!