Day One
This, I realize, is what heaven looks like if you’re a pilot. I’m sitting in the front cockpit of G-ILDA, the Spitfire I’m going to be flying. It is, as […]
Category Archives: roadtrip
Grace
Last time I was in Duxford, I fell in love. Twice. It was late morning, and the mist hadn’t yet broken on the long expanse of finely-mowed grass. Sitting there, […]
Duxford
I guess the laconic description of this morning’s travels is that nobody died. Actually, it was surprisingly uneventful, given that I was traveling through morning traffic on unfamiliar motorways in […]
Oxford
It’s hard to describe how much fun it is to have your grown-up daughter showing you around a city. It’s also unnerving to have so many complete strangers look at […]
Two days, three airplanes
Aaaannd away again. Devon and I flew down from Portland yesterday in the Deb. Lovely little flight – ignoring the headwinds-both-ways bit. Reminds me what that sort of flying is […]
Bragging Rights
Sit back for a few minutes and put yourself on autopilot while I toot my own horn a bit. Humble (ahem) as I am, I really can’t resist crowing about […]
In which we go back for more…
Oh, right – did I mention that we’re in Portland? Having shipped the kids off to various camps (hi M!, hi J!), Devon and I have taken the opportunity to […]
Improbable
The challenge is to come up with one word that describes the place in question better than it describes any other place. “Quirky” fits Portland, but plenty of places are […]
Birthday
Natasha had the San Francisco Symphony play Beethoven for her picnic in Stern Grove. Now, that’s the way to celebrate a birthday. Of course, most of the thousands of people who […]
You Do What You Can
UA1605, Seat 22A (for those who are amused by inconsequential significance). Westbound this morning, reluctantly. Carly’s doing much better, but her partner’s return flight got canceled, so she’ll be spending […]
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