Cookin’ with Gas
If asked, I’d say Donna and I would rather cook with gas.
The Hump
The holiday hump is here … and it’s not the only one.
Canine & Cultural Updates
Mr. B, our 14-year-old dachshund, is recovering from extensive dental surgery.
Saturday Photoblogging
Donna and I celebrated our 57th wedding anniversary yesterday with gifts, a matinee, and dinner out.
Postoperative Postflight
TIL (today I learned) that a tube of flavored Chapstick, placed in a drawer ten years ago and then forgotten, goes rancid.
Is It Bad of Me to Gloat?
Itazuke Tower, this is Air Force 801.
Job Number One
Job number one is to clear your flight path and not hit shit.
Red State Blues?
I don’t want to jinx it, so no more election talk for now.