Sorry I’m late today. Early meeting, then I took the long way home. Here’s a picture from the drive:
Just another Mack Avenue business. It inspires more faith than another barbering place close by, which advertised a “tatoo artist” on-site. Nothing like getting permanent ink from someone who can’t spell.
So since we’re already behind here and I still have 900 words to write for some actual damn money, let’s make this quick, a little platter of hors d’oeuvres for you folks today. (Slight tangent: I began my career covering the occasional society event, and typing briefs promoting them in advance. As a result, I never have to look up the spelling of “hors d’oeuvres.”)
First, reader mail that didn’t appear in the comments, from me ol’ semi-roommate Borden in Chicago:
I am one of many who interviewed Paul Tibbets, while a lowly suburban reporter in Columbus. He was speaking on a non-Hiroshima topic, an American Airlines jetliner had crashed in Chicago (circa 1977) and I got Tibbets to speculate on the cause of the crash, which was amazingly prescient. The only way to put the jetliner into its death spiral –captured on photographic film– was if the mounts of one jet engine loosened and the engine flipped, resulting in powerful thrusts in both directions and leading to a horrible swirl to the ground. Not sure if a cause was revealed by NTSB, but Tibbets had the engineer and pilot insights and I’ll bet he was correct. One macabre touch: the American Airlines flight was outfitted with cameras allowing passengers to watch their takeoffs and landings on their monitors. Can you imagine the horror–as the cabin turned upside down– of glancing at a monitor and seeing the ground coming up fast?
John Scalzi finally got to the Creation Museum, and it was worth the wait: Imagine, if you will, a load of horseshit. Stop by now to join the 500-plus comment thread. Web journalism at its best.
It’s deer season! The Freep is running a virtual buck pole. Many gross pictures.
Off to earn some money. Carry on.