Bitter Fruit
We’re all assholes in real life. Thank goodness some of us are capable of producing great art in spite of it.
"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
We’re all assholes in real life. Thank goodness some of us are capable of producing great art in spite of it.
Maybe instead of reading Dr. Spock when we were young parents, we should have been watching the birds.
Widowmaker or no, I jumped at the chance to fly in it.
One of the things I’m watching the news for today is the flight of Boeing’s new F-15EX, the first of 144 purchased by the US Air Force, an all-new version of the Eagle with vastly improved capabilities. The first flight, from Boeing’s plant at Lambert Field in St Louis, had been scheduled for yesterday, the […]
It’s not exactly an aviation story, or a Christmas one either, but it’s aviation-adjacent and that’s not all: there’s winter, snow, and a happy ending.
I think it’s widely acknowledged there’s a difference between sleeping dreams and napping dreams.
In past years I marked Pearl Harbor day with social media and blog posts of my own. I didn’t feel like it this time around. What else is there to say that I haven’t already? It’s not my generation’s memory, or yours for that matter.
Couldn’t be the same guy, I thought. There must be lots of O’Gradys.