I’m changing my reading habits, adding listening to my repertoire.
This won’t be any kind of organized Air-Minded post, more a collection of thoughts & memories. But there’s a theme, and it’s flying in formation.
My dyslexia is not the normal kind.
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
I was around in the boys’ club days of the Air Force, when NCO and officers’ clubs would bring in strippers, hard-working women who earned every dollar we stuffed in their G strings while fending off our drunken attempts to grope them. Nothing but respect. But those days are over.
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
Donna’s at her annual sewing guild retreat, partying with friends, free from the demands of kitchen, hearth, husband, and dogs.
I’m not sure what’s up with this Phoenix Driver patch.