"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
What was (and might have been)
As a military family, we’ve been inoculated against all sorts of dread diseases. We remember experiencing fevers, chills, and aches after some of those vaccinations. The COVID shots are a walk in the park by comparison, and I hope people aren’t avoiding getting the vaccine over concerns about side effects.
Donna and I consider the Okinawa Hash House Harriers our mother hash. We ran our first few trails with the Tampa club in 1988, but Okinawa gave us our first full taste of hashing. It was our first hash family. It’s where we got our hash names, Flying Booger and Pick’n’Flick (if you’re not a […]
Remember that episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the one where everyone bursts into song? Bear with me, because I’m in a musical mood today.
It’s not exactly an aviation story, or a Christmas one either, but it’s aviation-adjacent and that’s not all: there’s winter, snow, and a happy ending.
In past years I marked Pearl Harbor day with social media and blog posts of my own. I didn’t feel like it this time around. What else is there to say that I haven’t already? It’s not my generation’s memory, or yours for that matter.
Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
Couldn’t be the same guy, I thought. There must be lots of O’Gradys.
Well, another year shot to hell.