August 9, 1970

Fifty years ago, on this day, my big sister Sue Ann boarded Lansa flight 502 from Cuzco, Peru to Lima, along with 48 other American International Fellowship high school exchange students, on their return from visiting Macchu Picchu.  Shortly after takeoff, the plane’s #3 engine failed and caught on fire. According to the official incident … Continue reading August 9, 1970

Wow, Am I Tired.

Yes, the pandemic is exhausting.  Politics is exhausting.  Violence is exhausting.  People are exhausting. Being only months away from official curmudgeon-dum, I have found a lot with which I am tired of dealing. Here is a partial list of what is making me tired: People who categorically refuse to use their turn signal. People who … Continue reading Wow, Am I Tired.

No Party For This Time

I am wishful, though not hopeful, that we are about to see the demise of the Republican Party. Now, I know that my right-leaning friends will say to themselves and or their spouses in these days of ‘sheltering-in-place,’ “well, he’s just a Democrat.” Here’s the thing, though – I am not a Democrat. I don’t … Continue reading No Party For This Time