Air-Minded: PASM Photoblog XVIII
I don’t know why, with my fighter and trainer background, I should be drawn to this old Buff, but it fascinates me and I come back to it again and again.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
In & around Tucson, Arizona
I don’t know why, with my fighter and trainer background, I should be drawn to this old Buff, but it fascinates me and I come back to it again and again.
Obviously, having one’s kitchen taken away, even if only for a few weeks, is hugely impactful. I’ve been comparing notes with friends who are undergoing power blackouts in California, and while our level of inconvenience doesn’t approach theirs, we can understand some of what they’re going through.
I’m happy we got al-Baghdadi, but appalled at Trump’s me-me-me touchdown dance, belittling Obama while trying to be Obama, failing at both.
Normally, when I go to a car show, I put up a stand-alone photoblog. But I’m becoming less enamored with Tucson’s first big show of the season, the annual Tucson Classics Car Show held on the grounds of the Gregory School, so I’m incorporating some photos into this post instead.
It being my birth month and all, I decided to energize my batteries with a motorcycle cross-country.
Flying Booger and Wankers Aweigh represented the Baja Arizona Knuckledraggers Hash House Harriers Riding Club at the annual Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride in Tucson last Sunday.
These are the best mornings. Up early, walking through the neighborhood while it’s still cool, policing the back yard for dog poop, coffee and a hot muffin for breakfast, a devoted dog by my side, the rest of the morning mine to write, read, or whatever I want to do.
When I walk Mister B in the morning, I try to remember to carry my cell phone. It’s good to have a camera handy, and the one in my phone takes a decent photo.