Air-Minded: the End of the Whip
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.
Sunday Bag o’ Dyslexic Orange Wreckage
My dyslexia is not the normal kind.
Air-Minded: Radio Voice
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
Air-Minded: To Fly, Fight … and Twerk?
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.
Air-Minded: Nostalgia
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
Thursday Bag o’ Updates
Donna’s at her annual sewing guild retreat, partying with friends, free from the demands of kitchen, hearth, husband, and dogs.
Air-Minded: What Are We Calling It, Again?
I’m not sure what’s up with this Phoenix Driver patch.
Air-Minded: Manly Men, Revisited
You probably think I’m being immature. Have you met any fighter pilots lately?