I don’t think of myself as a conformist, although I served on active duty and wore a uniform every day for 24 years. Even today, I feel proud when I put on my uniform shirt to go work at the air museum. I’m still me, but I’m happy to represent institutions I believe in and voluntarily join, and feel like wearing their colors … no different than a Hash House Harrier or Hells Angel … sets me apart.
Donna’s Cousin Denise, her husband Clarence, and two youngsters, Solomon and Rachel, are visiting from Sacramento, California. We have a full house, so Polly has temporarily relocated to a friend’s mother-in-law cottage just down the road. I’ve known Denise as long as I’ve known Donna. The three of us met in the fall of 1964, as i started […]
I recently updated older posts about the cars and motorcycles that have been part of my life. I thought I’d written a separate post about the aircraft I’ve flown, but when I went looking, it wasn’t here. I found it eventually — on Facebook. I don’t know why I never included it on my own […]