Better Late than Never
How weird is it that two of the three college friends I’m still close to today also have October birthdays?
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
There I was at 30,000 feet
How weird is it that two of the three college friends I’m still close to today also have October birthdays?
Photoblog of a visit to Pima Air & Space Museum in Tucson, Arizona
Horrible things are happening to innocent people in Israel and Gaza. No more horrible than what’s happening to innocents in Ukraine and Yemen and I could go on, and one person’s terrorist is another person’s freedom fighter, but this is a time when sides must be taken and I take Israel’s.
I’m changing my reading habits, adding listening to my repertoire.
This won’t be any kind of organized Air-Minded post, more a collection of thoughts & memories. But there’s a theme, and it’s flying in formation.
My dyslexia is not the normal kind.
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
I was around in the boys’ club days of the Air Force, when NCO and officers’ clubs would bring in strippers, hard-working women who earned every dollar we stuffed in their G strings while fending off our drunken attempts to grope them. Nothing but respect. But those days are over.