I had made it a stated, sworn, cross-my-heart promise to write and post more, worry less, etc, but . . . here we are.
I never cease to be amazed by the pilot voice. It must be a critical part of their training. Either way, I’d love to acquire this skill to use around the house.
There is a series of busy intersections near our house whose traffic lights SEEM like they were programmed by a group of juvenile barn mice who have fallen into the moonshine. I wish I could’ve been there when whatever counsel came up with the plan.
"Yield for Pedestrians, It's the Law!" Seems like a no-brainer. The existence of this sign means that, at some point, some politician had to stand up -- in my mind wearing suspenders and a string-bow tie, periodically mopping his brow with a monogrammed handkerchief, two fingers of small-batch bourbon resting on the desk beside him … Continue reading There’s a Law for That
We've all gone crazy lately. ~Elton John He was repeating the tired cliché to himself again, as he drove down the familiar and brutally cold stretch of interstate. How was it already the first day back to work after the holidays? Again? Time didn't just fly, it seemed to blast forward, barely visible, like a … Continue reading 1// Merging