Yet another musician I met on a plane

First Peter Frampton, then Donny Osmond, and now… and now Sweet Micky.

Back in the Mountain Time Zone

Whenever I used to travel I always forgot something important like my toothbrush or, you know, pants. Not anymore!

A leisurely day at SLC International

The bad news is that I didn’t get that very special passenger to gather his brothers and play “Crazy Horses” for everyone on board the plane. You’re going to want to go ahead google that original video.

But Y?

Rise and shout, the cougars are down there somewhere!

Window seat

A marvelous surprise I found on my phone, and yes, it is now safely archived on two different hard drives.

Look, ma. No snow!

This isn’t to rub it in, it’s to celebrate and give thanks to a weather pattern that has given our heating system a welcome reprieve.

On the road again

A few things I’ve learned while standing in the security line behind a woman wearing boots that lace up to her knees.

Wait until this gets picked up in a childfree by choice forum

I’m getting a nosebleed up here on this soap box.

Somewhere over western New York

We are so excited that we can tweet from planes and our kids will grow up, time travel back, watch us do it, and make the jerk off motion.

Along the edge

Home is where the salt is.