That drink with each new place to level me & put me in touch with a new spot on the map
The life of a traveler means you’re often far from friends, and it’s keenly felt when they’ve gathered and you’re missing out on the party. Our aviation family’s a close knit one, with some of the smartest, funniest, somewhat dysfunctional Read More …
It’s been a funny summertime everywhere, it seems: record heat in the UK, cool temps in Portugal but hot as blazes elsewhere in Europe. But here in the Midwest, we’ve had a gorgeous run of fair weather, first up at Read More …
A few years back, I had the joy of working with the Cessna sales and marketing team, and one of our favorite occasions had to be the week we’d spend at EAA’s Airventure at Oshkosh in Wisconsin every summer. Our Read More …
When you bite into a cheese curd, the sound may remind you of chewing styrofoam—not that you’ve done that since you were a kid, right? Still, this fact shouldn’t keep you from enjoying one of summer’s greatest snacks. But that Read More …
In the past 10 weeks I’ve crossed the Atlantic four times—twice for work and twice for family matters both sublime and deeply sad. It’s enough to make me think my frequent flyer status is due for an upgrade. But no, Read More …
Hunting down the ghost of a man long gone takes dedication–and fortification–and surely this was a man who would appreciate the drinks taken in his honor. The last steps of Donald Douglas (the man responsible for founding Douglas Aircraft Company Read More …
I ponder yet another trip to Florida–always for work; I almost never go there by choice. Not that there’s anything wrong with the state (I’m a fan of Tim Dorsey’s Serge Storms), but I get my fill during these annual Read More …
Even in a flimsy keg cup, a Fat Tire tastes like Colorado–malty, hearty, and fortifying. And on a summertime airport ramp with the hot-tire asphalt baking off its daytime heat, it’s no wonder that a ladybug crawled up next to Read More …
Last night friends posted about a reunion dinner of sorts taking place back in Wichita. The review of the new steakhouse came back with poor marks, but nothing to overshadow the joy of meeting up with those you care about. Read More …
I can’t recall a time, when offered one of those plastic pearly flutes of sparkling wine (so rarely actual Champagne, unless it’s Air France or Emirates or maybe Cathay) …I can’t recall ever saying, “No, just a water, thanks.” And Read More …