The first noticeable difference between flying into SeaTac, an airport surrounded by NW waters, and Anchorage is the proximity of deep, green trees to the airport. The next is the profusion of small aircraft on the field, not a known feature of metropolitan airports in CONUS. The first noticeable thing about Anchorage itself is … [more]
Sky liar
15-August-2010 by 4 Comments
The wind was up, rain interspersed with sunshine. One of us was being a gentleman about it, and I’m sad to report it wasn’t me. “I dunno if you want to go up in this,” Justin said politely. “Looks like we’re off for today. I don’t want anyone getting sick.” “I don’t get airsick.” “Well…” … [more]
Binned
12-August-2010 by 1 Comment
Three days after I de-planed at SeaTac and rode home to peel off sticky, faded desert camo for the last time, I was dispatched by my exotically sexy wife to attend to her mother in the mental ward. In Texas. With barely a hug and certainly no kisses under our belts, it seemed early in … [more]
When I used to jog
21-June-2010 by 2 Comments
The last time I remember was along mud-sand walls, buff, sizzling tink-tink-tink not too fast, they can’t shoot for sour batshit, I ran, bowing under the weight boots tight, mags full hands sweated onto parkerized dust “C’mon, Joey!” and he laughed that way like a kid, immortally cheerful, fantasy blue-eyed love doll to the Kurds … [more]
Jaxwords WED 16 JUN 10
16-June-2010 by 1 Comment
Hooliganiacal (hoo-le-guh-nie-i-cal) adj. 1. Suggestive of or afflicted with insane lawlessness. 2. Characterized by excessive enthusiasm for aggression. 3. Obsessed with riding Aprilia motorcycles.
Prepare to Monster
11-June-2010 by 2 Comments
There’s a Monster out there with my name on it, literally. Specifically, a Ducati Monster 796, their new model with the single-sided swingarm, spiffin’ new headlight and other tasty bits. A little gold foil stickie on the tank says “LEWIS.” This may be important later; take the wrong Monster out of the paddock at Misano … [more]
Two-Minute Drill
6-June-2010 by 1 Comment
Last fall, I was privileged to teach a writing seminar to wounded warriors of Task Force Phoenix at Fort Lewis, Washington. Part of the classroom curriculum was a two-minute writing exercise requiring use of an image to convey a feeling. No particular venue, theme or genre was prescribed; nevertheless, all but one participant wrote a … [more]
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