Well, we’re back from the EAA AirVenture in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. My Uncle Drennen had the marvelous idea of getting a group together for the greatest air show in the world. So he, his son Renn, Renn’s father-in-law Phillip, Dad, and I flew to Chicago, rented a motor home, drove it to the show, and stayed … Read more
I was five years old on July 4, 1976. The American Bicentennial was a very big deal. My whole world turned red, white, and blue. The stars and stripes were everywhere. The United States of America was 200 years old, and you couldn’t be conscious and miss that fact. That sounds like a long time—hell, … Read more
I read today that “melon farmer” was substituted for “mother fucker” when Die Hard with a Vengeance aired on network television. I try to avoid butchered films on TV, but that’s funny. It’s not as funny as Sheriff Buford T. Justice’s “scum bum,” but it’s funny.