
Thursday 13: Confessions, Volume VI
We just rolled out of the Melting Pot after celebrating a belated birthday dinner for Mr. T and our dear friend, Debi. …
We just rolled out of the Melting Pot after celebrating a belated birthday dinner for Mr. T and our dear friend, Debi. …
What birthday would be complete without a singing hamburger card, really? I’ve listened to it at least a dozen times. Mr. T …
The announcer’s voice boomed through the loud speakers, proclaiming to thousands of people that the big bomber formation heading straight over the …
Once in a blue moon, I find myself solo on a Friday night. Mr. T’s off playing airplanes in Watsonville this weekend …
The postcard portrayed a scantily clad pin-up. Kinda vintage. A little campy. I’m not sure why this prompted me to invite my …
I don’t know about you, but the end of summer has been smokin’ around these parts. Literally, Sacramento decided to challenge its …
After 10 days traveling and bumming around Oshkosh, I delighted in staying home the last couple weeks. Boring, quiet, happy home. With cooking and …
When I refer to Mr. T as a “walking aviation encyclopedia,” I mean it. The man can walk up to nearly any aircraft …
It only takes a brief glimpse of my hobbies to know that I am a risk-averse person. First instance, risks associated with …
Before we took off for Oshkosh, I engaged in a boatload of mental gymnastics… This is not the Hopscotch Honeymoon. This is …