By lex, on August 19th, 2006
Got this note from a reader earlier in the week, and thought the crowd might also be curious about the response:
This was sent to me by my retired friend, the Air Force test pilot. And it was confirmed by a Lexican who was a whale pilot…
By lex, on March 15th, 2006
Even now, all these years later, it’s hard for me to say goodbye to the F-14. Not because I’ll miss it all that much – I think I’ve made my feelings clear on that score – but because momma always told me that if I couldn’t say anything nice, then I oughtn’t to say anything at all.
Now, many’s the occasional reader who will submit to you that that rule has been honored in these pages more often in the breach than in the observance, and I’ll concede the point up front.
Posted by Lex, on March 3, 2006
Eight years, four months. That’s what “the Duke” got for selling his office in a time of war. Could have gotten 10 years. Maybe ought to have. But that’s a long fall for a former Navy fighter pilot, Vietnam ace and oh, yeah: US Congressman.
Greek tragedy? Nah. Obscene venality.
By lex, on December 2nd, 2005
In the mood for a musing? In the mood for an amusing musing?
It’s 1830 on a Friday night and I’m sitting in a small room with four others in my Master’s cohort playing games with a little lego robot. We are not particularly happy to be in one another’s company, at this point. There are other places we would rather be, oh, yes – very.
How’s that for a musing? How “amusing” is that?
I know: Not so much.