One a day in Tampa Bay
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.
I purposely avoid saying “World War III” because it strikes me as racist; as if only wars fought by white First-Worlders can rise to the level of a world war.
Race isn’t real. Race is very real. Both sentences are true.
When I think about it, which I don’t do often, it astounds me how few of the men and women I know today are veterans.
Am I the only person in the world who worries about shit like this? Probably.
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.
See? We don’t always have to choose the stupid thing!