"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
The annual collector car show on the golf course at Tubac was yesterday. So too was the annual Sunnywood Estates homeowners’ association meeting. On the agenda: the election of new board members … and I was a nominee. Guess which event I rode my motorcycle to?
It gets my back up when people say dogs don’t have souls. If we have souls, so do they.
The F-111, which initially appeared to be one of the all-time military-industrial complex boondoggles, proved to be an effective low-altitude high-speed penetrating bomber, and has an extensive combat record.
A couple of other examples from my own experience: I was born in southeast Missouri, where horses are harses, and lived for a year in northeast Montana, where the towns of Havre and Chateau are Haver and Shotto.
How is any of this normal? What is wrong with us that we want to pretend it is?
Lest we forget, Hillary Clinton won nearly three million more votes than Donald Trump. American voters were ready for a woman president in 2016. I would say we’re even more ready in 2020 than we were in 2016 (but I think we’re going to get Joe Biden).
Far be it from me to question the training and readiness benefits of recalling personnel, generating aircraft, loading weapons, and staging a mass launch.
Isn’t it about time we impose visibility and braking action limits on drivers? Or at a minimum, on drivers of large commercial vehicles?