Saturday Bag o’ Sleep
Maybe your knees are still good and you can fit in the same pants you wore when you were in your 20s. If so, know that I hate you.
Thursday Walk o’ Shame
For years now I’ve said that any attempt to round up and deport undocumented aliens living in the USA would come down to cattle cars and concentration camps.
Tuesday Bag o’ Hot Takes
Until now, I’ve been able to avoid saying Trump’s name in front of museum visitors. The closest I ever come is when I say the “current president” flies on Marine Corps helicopters. But it seems impossible to talk about a new paint scheme for Air Force One aircraft without mentioning the name of the only person who’s pushing the idea.
Air-Minded: Singin’ the Jackie Kennedy Blues (Updated 6/20/19)
Trump’s motives may be entirely partisan, but nothing stays the same, and it isn’t written down anywhere that the Air Force One livery can’t change.
Here Comes the Sun
As a patriotic American, living and working in America, speaking American English, a voting citizen who drives around in a big American pickup truck with Arizona plates, I never felt the need to remind my countrymen I’m one of them.
The Master Mind at Work
There’s just no way charity works here. Trump doesn’t know what he wants. He sees something on Fox News and starts thumbing away on his iPhone. Maybe he realizes he won’t live long enough to claim credit for going to Mars, and the air’s going out of his balloon. I think his enthusiasm for manned space missions in general, never mind missions to the Moon and Mars, is right up there with his enthusiasm for repairing the nation’s infrastructure, which he’s going to get to any day now. Right.
Air-Minded: Taildragger Tales
Like cats and their proverbial nine lives, pilots have an allotted number of close calls. Not nearly as many as cats get, though. Some of us get only one, some get three or four. Once you use them up you’re gone.
Bob’s Bench
At our January homeowners’ meeting we agreed to kick in on cleaning up and landscaping the circle in front of Bob’s old house, and the installation of a memorial bench in his name, turning it into a neighborhood pocket park. We gathered there last night for the dedication of Bob’s bench, the finishing touch to the project.