Air-Minded: Nostalgia
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
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What was (and might have been)
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
You probably think I’m being immature. Have you met any fighter pilots lately?
Pro tip: a suicide knob on the steering wheel is a must for driving with a dog in your lap.
The dogs get me up at oh-five-hundred hours every day. I let them out back to do their business, then pad into the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. As I filled their bowls with kibble yesterday, I remembered the coronation and turned on the TV to watch. Good on you, Charles, king at last. And you too, Camilla.
Fifteen years later Donna crossed paths with the wife of one of my instructor pilots, who seemed surprised to learn we were still in the Air Force. She was amazed Donna and her trouble-making ways hadn’t tubed my career years ago.
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.