Eating Bugs

I’ve written before about my less-than-remarkable Air Force flying career here and here. But I have yet to share a little-known rite of passage through which I was forced to endure. After all the flying and academics and specialization training, there’s one last hoop...

Women of the Great War

[I’m off for a short vacay with Kay-Kay (heh, heh, heh) to NYC. We’re visiting our son Scooter and his wife so I’m running an updated blog post from last summer. It’s the centenary of the US’s involvement in the First World War, with 1918...

Long Hot Summer Days

It’s hot. And humid. I mean feels-like-walking-through-boiled-molasses hot. Not just here in Virginia, according to Weather Underground, but the entire eastern half of the Perspired States of America. It’s just turned July. Yikes. Let us give thanks to all deities and...

Citizen Soldiers

I joined the Air Force in 1983, back at the very height of the Reagan Build-Up. Since then, I’ve often been reminded of Groucho Marx’s quip, “I would never belong to a club that would have me as a member.” I’m guessing the only way I got accepted—especially as an...

In My (World) Cups

Click here to learn more Content goes here What’s the deal with soccer? Can someone please explain it to me? Why is the entire world (minus the USA) gaga about The Beautiful Game? I just don’t get it. And now it’s World Cup time—again. Didn’t we just have one of those...

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