Behold…The Empty Tomb!
Any of us who have spent a fair amount of time at sea become acquainted with the full cycle of life — from the births at home to the passings at sea. For those of us in aviation, that environment afforded more opportunities for the latter, sometimes, unfortunately, exceptionally so. My first encounter was when…
Solo travel has a way of providing time – time for reflection, time for review, time for introspection. Prolonged layovers in particular, provide that time (ed – and a lot of it, if this recent trip is to be judged). It was while cooling his heels in another (not so) antiseptic terminal somewhere along his…
Ten years ago, a couple of weeks from now, I emerged from a burning, shattered Pentagon to a scene of utter chaos in South Parking, jammed cell lines and what soon became a traffic jam bordering on the Apocalyptic. Today, while much further to the south of DC, but actually closer to the quake’s epicenter,…
For those who are serving or who have served — and those who love them, this is a bittersweet time of year. Â Surrounded by rebirth after a long winter we are reminded of our fallen shipmates; some in battle, some in preparations for battle and some for whom the distant shouts of war were suddenly…
I remember, a sky so blue it burned your eyes to look up . . .and smoke that scarred your lungs; I remember shipmates . . . and a piece of notebook paper listing for whom the bell had tolled; We remember that for one brief moment it wasn’t New Yorkers, or Washingtonians, or businessmen…
Winter arrived a bit early to Occupied Territory and the Scribe’s abode today: So, as we stood at the front door contemplating the slate of reading and writing projects we could get knocked out over the course of the day, a voice frome the rear piped up: “Sweetheart, today would be a good day to…