Air-Minded: First Flights
Everyone has to start somewhere. Do you remember your first airplane ride?
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Everyone has to start somewhere. Do you remember your first airplane ride?
If you’re doing something people need, it’s not menial or beneath you. Don’t disparage honest work.
I cross-posted this from my Hash House Harrier blog. As a hasher, I belong to a motorcycle hash kennel, the Knuckledraggers. I founded the Baja Arizona chapter, and a few days ago rode with members of the Las Vegas chapter. I’ll leave it to you to figure out the hash names and terminology. —Paul Woodford […]
We drove to Las Vegas to attend our grandson Quentin’s Eagle Scout induction ceremony, held at the regional Scout Council on Saturday, March 2nd.
Social media, forsooth. Tell you what, I’m getting far more out of Instagram and Twitter these days than Facebook, which … with the exception of a few friends who still take the time to write actual newsy posts … features little more than lowest common denominator copy & paste crap.
The dogs took one look outside and decided the call of nature can wait. Now it’s a contest to see how long they can hold it.
There’s only one thing to do on a day like this: cook chili and cornbread.
Over the years I’ve seen occasional photos of aircraft converted into cars, trucks, buses, and motorized RVs. I decided to start collecting them.