Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
Company, Critters, Controversy
… playing lets-pretend-it-didn’t-happen isn’t the way to go here. It’s lying, and will only fan the flames of culture war.
Notes From My Underground
No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
Dare We Eat Out? We Dared.
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.
Air-Minded: PASM Photoblog XXII
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.
It’s All a Racket
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.
Abandon All Cars, Ye Who Enter Here
In my next life, I want to find someone who looks at me like Senator Krysten Sinema (D-AZ) looks at Republicans.
A Critterful Fourth
I shouldn’t get ahead of events, but we’re trying to adopt a pair of female miniature dachshunds.