Tuesday Bag o’ Hostility
When people say they want the homeless problem to go away, I wonder if they know what they’re really asking for.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
In & around Tucson, Arizona
When people say they want the homeless problem to go away, I wonder if they know what they’re really asking for.
My sister Mary and brother-in-law Dennis came to visit for a couple of days, the first of my siblings to visit since we’ve been married. I hope more visits will follow. More sisters too. All of Donna’s sisters and brothers have visited over the years. Some even lived with us for extended periods of time. […]
If you checked in on Twitter any time during the past week, you probably saw multiple references to the Grantland story. Grantland, an online magazine associated with ESPN, ran an article about “Dr. V,” the mysterious woman behind Yar Golf. The journalist, Caleb Hannan, set out to write about a radical new putter taking the […]
Wednesday I passed my annual tour guide recertification at the air museum. An evaluator watched over my performance in front of a group of visitors and I somehow managed to squeak by. To celebrate, I spent Thursday in Scottsdale, Arizona. What’s in Scottsdale? The Barrett-Jackson Classic Car Auction, of course. This was my third Barrett-Jackson: […]
Not sure whether we’re in the storm or the calm before. I knew January was going to be a busy month: friends and family are scheduled to visit nearly every week and I’m working double shifts at the air museum. There are three Hash House Harrier club events in January, plus a book club meeting. […]
It’s Monday, time for another mixed bag of topics I want to address before I forget about them, but which taken alone don’t rate blog posts of their own. ——————– My daughter switched from cigarettes to e-cigarettes about a year ago. We never let her smoke in our house, but one day I walked into […]
A few weeks ago I posted an entry about Lindy lights, the light beacons that helped airmail pilots in the 1920s and 30s navigate at night. A friend sent me a link to another blogger’s post about early aerial navigation aids. Did you know that in addition to the beacon lights, there were also giant […]
In past Armistice Day blog posts I’ve quoted some of Dad’s WWII letters from the Pacific Theater, where he was a gunner aboard an oiler, a minesweeper, and an auxiliary repair ship. Looking back through these documents, which I have saved on a computer file, I came across a letter I sent my father in 1995, when I was posted to Nellis AFB, Nevada to help run the Nevada Test & Training Range.