Airborne at last, on the first leg of my trek to merry old England. We are aloft in the darkening sky, with black night ahead, broken only by the bright beacon of the moon off of our starboard bow. Behind us, the sky is a rapidly waning grey blue, with a cachectic line of pale […]Read More Do Airplanes Have Bows???
Butterblogger rises again. I depart tomorrow for a week in the UK. One objective is to eat really outstanding traditional British food. This has been declared a non sequitur … An oxymoron. Wish me luck, and watch this space! March 29, 2021 Why oh why did I even bother to post this?Read More Getting prepared