I Don’t Say “God Bless” Often, but When I Do …
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.
My Bawdy Muse
I blogged about bawdy songbooks — mine and others’ — in April, 2015, and will share with you what I wrote then.
Air-Minded: Zulu Nostalgia
I read something yesterday and had a nostalgia attack. There are days I really miss the Air Force!
Goodbye, Columbus
I counted up the banned book reviews I’ve published here and the current total is 69.
Air-Minded: Habu
SR-71s were generally called Blackbirds, but the ones at Kadena were nicknamed Habus after the venomous pit vipers native to Okinawa.
Air-Minded: Widowmaker
One a day in Tampa Bay
Air-Minded: the Curtiss Condor (Updated 6/12/22)
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.
Relatively Civilized, Relatively European
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.