The Way of Water
This is one of those situations where I want to jump up and do something, but have to be patient instead.
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This is one of those situations where I want to jump up and do something, but have to be patient instead.
Twelve years ago today, as I drove home from a medical appointment, the local NPR station on the radio, the first live report of a mass shooting in the Safeway parking lot in northwest Tucson came on.
I blogged about bawdy songbooks — mine and others’ — in April, 2015, and will share with you what I wrote then.
I read something yesterday and had a nostalgia attack. There are days I really miss the Air Force!
I counted up the banned book reviews I’ve published here and the current total is 69.
SR-71s were generally called Blackbirds, but the ones at Kadena were nicknamed Habus after the venomous pit vipers native to Okinawa.
You could fly coast to coast in 1930, but your trip would entail a mix of short flights by day, overnight train rides, and occasional hotel stays when airline and train timetables didn’t mesh.