James


James was a little boy. Nine years old. We say "old", as in "nine years old", but nine years on earth is not a long time and does not make you old. Certainly not old enough to die. One of my former co-workers had a son. His name was James. I think you can tell what happened. Doing some research the best I can tell is that James had acute lymphoblastic leukemia, but the exact diagnosis is irrelevant at this point. Suffice to say, it was cancer. The Big Casino, as Uncle Junior called it on "The Sopranos". Indeed. One never knows how Lady Luck is gonna deal the cards, and James got a shitty hand -- years ago. And…

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Jeff Bosie - Photographer


To merely call my old college buddy a photographer is to understate things a bit. Jeff Bosie, the aforementioned buddy, is a real photographic artist. I had just been bragging about Jeff's ability to a co-worker just last week, and oddly enough yesterday Jeff sent out a mass email yesterday announcing some updates to his website. So I took the opportunity to click on over and check out the newest additions as well as some of my old faves -- three of which are hanging on the walls of my home. It's great stuff. I was glad to be able to attend a show of his in Perth Amboy, NJ back when Brenda & I still lived in Jersey. Brenda…

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Hooper, the Patron Saint of Kids Afraid of Dogs


Brenda, Hooper & I all piled into the car today for a drive to Denver, to attend a birthday party for some friends of ours. Partners Greg & Ted share birthdays a day apart. Greg aged a year today, and Ted did the same yesterday. And so a joint birthday picnic/barbecue in the park near the Denver Zoo was in order, with dogs. Greg & Ted have a pair of winning canines; Guinness the Pug, and Lucy the Mutt (I used to threaten to kidnap Lucy and take her home with us from their parties ever since we moved to Boulder; she is adorable and built just like Hooper). Many of their other friends have dogs as well, and…

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File Under: "Small World"


This is crazy. An old college friend found me on Facebook and added me as a friend. When I got the notice, I of course checked out his Facebook page, which lists all of our mutual friends. The usual suspects were there, roommates and friends from college, but so was this guy Roland who I know because he uses Radiance, the lighting software I use every day. Worlds colliding! I thought it must be some mistake, but it turns out those two went to high school together in Cyprus. Of course! I recalled when I first met Roland and he told me he went to school in Cyprus, I thought to myself "hmmm, I know someone else who went to…

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Pike's Peak Marathon


Listen up; I wanna tell ya about my friend from work. His name's Galen, and he just finished second in the Pike's Peak Marathon, and I'm really kinda flyin' high on his accomplishment. Yeah that's right, Pike's Peak Marathon. A full marathon, all 26.2 miles of it, only you run to the top of a fourteener and back down to the bottom. Roll that one around in your head a while and I'll wait. I ran competitively in high school and never ran more than ten miles in a stretch, but I've thought a lot about the marathon as my uncle used to be rather fast at them in the 70's, and I have always been impressed when friends…

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Stearman


Say hello to the latest family member at Andover Flight Academy. It's a Boeing Stearman, a 1940's-era biplane, the military trainer of the day. And soon this one will be available for joy rides, aerobatics and taildragger instruction, and generally spreading its sweet radial engine song across the valley around Andover Aeroflex Airport (12N). The thing is, it's got no wings at the moment. But that didn't stop my friend John and the gang over at Andover from pulling the plane out of the hangar and attempting to fire up the engine for the first time since the school took ownership of this project last fall. And airplane nuts will congregate -- with cameras, no less -- at the thought…

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Oshkosh 2003


Well, I'm back. The pilgrimage has been completed. I have gone to Oshkosh. I've been to aviation's Mecca, and the simplest way to summarize the experience is this: Holy Shit. If you've never been to a local airshow you have absolutely no friggin' idea what Oshhosh is like. Even if you HAVE been to a local airshow, you have no friggin' idea what OSH is all about. Airventure, as the EAA prefers to call this spectacle, is an annual event held at Wittman Regional Airport in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. It started over fifty years ago, when the EAA decided to host a “fly-in”, at their headquarters’ home airport, just a gathering of pilots flying in with their home…

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