"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
I forgot about this old post from eight years ago until this morning when a comment spammer tried to piggyback on it. I think it holds up well! —Paul Found poetry, composed of subject lines from spam email sent to my Yahoo! account: #FIRSTNAME# hey, With due respect, Hi. I want a business partner. Open […]
Southern Arizona has a monsoon season. It runs from mid-June to the end of September. This is when the 100-year rains come. We lived in Phoenix during the summer and fall of 1978 and had two of them back to back.
Well, it don’t get more personal than that. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. It certainly did me.
Latest update (10/3/25): added a link to an excellent hands-on tour of a B-58, including extensive information on the crew escape pods. If my fighter pilot friends are wondering about me after my earlier post on the F-101B Voodoo air defense interceptor, they’ll surely think I’ve lost my grip now, fetishizing over, of all things, […]
I have a sinking feeling the story’s going to fizzle away now, at least as far as the media is concerned, and Trump & friends will continue to skate. I hope I’m wrong. But I fear I’m right.
Commenting on the flood of appalling current events makes me feel dirty and cheap, as if even engaging with it brings me down to its level, and in any case, what do I have to say that others haven’t already?
Guys with guns. There’s your problem, America, right there.
I don’t claim to know anything about the museum business, but I go to other air museums every chance I get, and have yet to visit one that doesn’t rely on large numbers of unpaid volunteers to interact with guests.