No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
I don’t know where we are in this pandemic, so we took a break and went out to dinner with our friends Ed and Sue.
I made one of my periodic treks to Pima Air and Space Museum this morning, wanting to see if anything’s changed. The answer: not much.
We’re having a proper Arizona monsoon for a change; the first to live up to its name in the 23 years we’ve lived in Tucson.
In my next life, I want to find someone who looks at me like Senator Krysten Sinema (D-AZ) looks at Republicans.
I shouldn’t get ahead of events, but we’re trying to adopt a pair of female miniature dachshunds.
I’m a blogger. I love to share, but I’ve learned to hold some things back.
It’s not that decision-makers ignore warnings. They know about them. But they also think about what acting on those warnings will cost, and what the odds are that predicted failures will ever come. Profit trumps safety every time.