It was the early 1980s, and I had been practicing touch-and-go’s at Minter Field, the old airport in Shafter, a bit north of Bakersfield.
Howling from the Heartland
"Spring is sprung;
Da grass is riz.
I wonder where
Da boidie is.
Da boid is on the wing.
I always hoid
Da wing was on da boid.
Thank goodness. Tonight we put an end to approximately four months of Daylight Wasting Time. What we have done with sunlight since Nov.
At the risk of being accused of beating a dead horse, I’m going to write another column in opposition to High Speed Rail, at least as it is being conceived in California.
I am of this opinion that our own tung
shold be written cleane and pure,
unmixt and unmangled with borrowing
of other tunges, wherein if we not heed
Here we are, celebrating another Valentine’s Day (formerly known as St. Valentine’s Day in our less politically correct past).