Out of Sight
“Overzealous underlings” are to blame. Senior officers, in their mature wisdom, undid the damage they wrought in the nick of time. And the commander in chief? Totally above the fray.
Wind Noise
Donna and I went for a motorcycle ride Saturday. I attached a GoPro to the top of my helmet and recorded the good part, the ride up to Kitt Peak National Observatory and back down again. Later I cut several 30-second bits from the longer video and spliced them together in three short clips. This […]
Air-Minded: PASM Photoblog XVI
For the past few months, the restoration yard at Pima Air and Space Museum has been dominated by two huge Boeing airliners, a 747 and a 777. I’d point them out to visitors on my tram tour, joking that I didn’t know where we’d find room for them once they came out of resto. Well, now I know.
Air-Minded: Call Sign Protocol (Wait, What?)
From Military.com: Navy to Change Pilot Call Sign Protocol After Minority Aviators Report Bias: “The head of naval aviation has directed the creation of a new process for approving and reviewing pilots’ call signs after two African-American aviators at an F/A-18 Hornet training squadron in Virginia filed complaints alleging racial bias in the unit, from which they […]
Paranoia Strikes Deep
If that’s their plan, I wish them luck. Have they even heard of email and social media?
IDGAF, Except When I Do
I never know what to say to friends when they get bad news like this. Who does? I’ll be working on that, and in the meantime calling up good memories of our times together.
Again with The Thing?
There’s a menu bar across the top of this blog. Click on About Paul’s Thing and you can view a short photo-essay about this blog’s namesake and inspiration, The Thing?, a roadside attraction on Interstate 10 near Dragoon, Arizona, 67 miles from my door in Tucson.
On the General Coarsening of Society
Speaking of bringing society down, why is it that whenever I see a sexually crude, grossly inappropriate post on Facebook, it was put there by a fellow Hash House Harrier? What are we, a pack of sniggering 13-year-olds?