I credit blame Jack Krakauer, Sean Penn, Eddie Vedder, and the Air National Guard for last week. The latter scheduled the plane on which I decided to catch a “hop” (space available flight). The former two told a story that haunted me for far longer than it should have, and […]
Muskrat is trapped in the taiga. His KC-135 Air Force tanker plane has broken down (twice). He hopes to get home in a couple days to revisit the blogosphere (and catch up on a ridiculously large amount of work, he’s sure). The trip has been great so far. Have seen […]
If this blog were a grocery store out in Bucksnort, Tennessee, there’d be a sign on the door saying “Gone Fishing.” Instead, here’s a post explaining that I’ll be away from the blogosphere for several days, as I’m grabbing the Freaky Weasel and heading into Alexander Supertramp territory for an […]
