Air-Minded: Zulu Nostalgia
I read something yesterday and had a nostalgia attack. There are days I really miss the Air Force!
"Your one-stop source for improper ideology and freedom seeds."
There I was at 30,000 feet
I read something yesterday and had a nostalgia attack. There are days I really miss the Air Force!
Photos from today’s visit to Pima Air and Space Museum.
SR-71s were generally called Blackbirds, but the ones at Kadena were nicknamed Habus after the venomous pit vipers native to Okinawa.
Yes, I’m a boy when it comes to aviation. I hope I always am.
Whew, that was close!
One a day in Tampa Bay
More and more, I see the pronoun people, like some members of the LGBTQI community, as participants in a giant game of Calvinball, scrambling to keep up with changing rules and shifting goalposts.
You could fly coast to coast in 1930, but your trip would entail a mix of short flights by day, overnight train rides, and occasional hotel stays when airline and train timetables didn’t mesh.