deus ex theobroma
[Not a roadtrip story either. I’ve got to get out more.] I’ll pretend that it’s karma – good karma. Just humor me, okay? A few days ago, I’d made a […]
[Not a roadtrip story either. I’ve got to get out more.] I’ll pretend that it’s karma – good karma. Just humor me, okay? A few days ago, I’d made a […]
I used to keep a paper journal; still do when I’m able, but have fallen off somewhat now that I’ve got a small laptop. But somehow the journal seems more […]
Okay, this one isn’t really a roadtrip story. But it’s about something involved in a roadtrip, and this is pretty much the only forum I’ve got for reliably whining to an audience […]
Southbound on a Greyhound bus, rolling across the midsummer breadbasket green of the Salinas Valley, plugged into Dorian Michael’s lick-splitting “Staying Ahead of the Break” as my headphone soundtrack. Blue […]
Coming from Oshkosh, Wisconsin to Palo Alto, you wouldn’t think northern Kentucky would figure in the picture, but then, there are a lot of things about American transportation you wouldn’t […]
Y’know the “no news is good news” thing? Well, sometimes no news is just complete lack of web connectivity. We’re here, at OSH, and have been for two days, and […]
If you’ve been following the blog you know that for the past two days, I’ve been riding backseat, up close and personal with some of the the most intense flying […]
“Holy #$%@ – we’re going to chew his tailwheel off!” That was my first (and only) thought as Tim McDonald slid us into the #3 in-trail slot. It was my […]
Up at 6 to make the seven o’clock briefing. Sun is just peeking up from the skyline under a painfully blue sky. It’s a good day to fly. I come […]
It’s now 9:15 p.m. Central Daylight Time. Martin and I are both collapsed onto our respective beds in the Dubuque Best Western after two days of hammering across the country […]