Air-Minded: Speedbrake Chaff
We made do with what we had and improvised when we could. So do Russian pilots, apparently.
A Fatal Ride
Hit & run? Hey, it’s Tucson. Do you even have to ask? They got the bastard, at least.
Éirinn go Cúig Déag
Fifteen years today. That’s a milestone, isn’t it?
Note to Self
Stepstools and ladders and stairs, oh my.
Road Trip: the After-Action Report
As always, happy to be home, sorry we don’t live closer to both our kids … but really, 400 miles isn’t that far and as far as that goes we’re more fortunate than most families.
Air-Minded: Skid & Patches
Here’s to you, Patches, my old friend!
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.
Thursday Bag o’ Bark
When we walk, Fritzi and Lulu bark at anything and everything.