This won’t even be short, it will be ephemeral. Here and – poof! – gone before you know it.
Just so’s you know.
There’s a new bypass open on the 5 North, just past the 5/805 merge, which takes your humble scribe out of the heaving, boiling morass that is the normal merge traffic and whisks him home on the wings of angels, like.
I love this new bypass. It’s the best bypass ever. I could hug it, and kiss it, and call it “George.”
Is how much I love it.
The Danish Embassy protest. It was ver nice.
Bill Buckley throws in the towel, and now I suppose I should rent my clothes, go crawl into a corner and softly weep. I decline, joining Jeff Goldstein in noting that Buckley never really was on side anyway, and seemed to be happier in the old days, when he could sit in his armchair murmuring intellectual aphorisms from opposition than he has been ever since his movement came to actual power. All of this dreary scurrying about with the foreigners – It interferes with the digestion, not to mention that “standing athwart history shouting, ‘Stop!’” thing. Which was so much fun. And sailing.
It also interferes with sailing.
Not that he couldn’t be right. Not that it won’t necessarily spin out of control. Just that one bombing, after all that poor country has been through in the last three years, can’t possibly be the one thing that broke the camel’s back. Not unless we make it so.
And finally, I bring you the photographic evidence of occasional correspondent Jonboy’s first familiarization flight in the TA-4J. Which, I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel so much better about my first fam.
Stay tuned tomorrow for his side of the tale.
Speech went well (and there was much rejoicing!), Master Chief and his wife piped ashore, and I made it to the Midway not merely on time but with time to spare. There are not one but two aircraft on that ship as museum pieces whose bureau numbers grace my own log book. Between that and speaking at the retirement of Master Chief Petty Officers my age, I’m starting to wonder if maybe, you know: Someone’s trying to tell me something.
Speech up when the pics come back. Kind of a multi-media sort of thing.
And have a great weekend!