Shouting At My Car’s Radio

Back in my youth (when I was swashbuckling) while I was in the U.S. Army’s Flight School and I was told...

Flying Is Hour Upon Hour of Sheer Boredom ... Punctuated Intermittently By Moments of Stark Terror

I never experienced the boredom part but can personally testify to the stark terror part.

Yesterday I drove 10 hours to get home from my 103 year old aunt’s funeral. Here is what I intermittently experienced during the drive...

Hour Upon Hour Of Sheer Boredom ... Punctuated Intermittently By Episodes of My Having To Shout At My Car’s Radio

In June 2007 I tried to fix a problem in our society but during my boring drive I found out that my fix did not fix anything.

Several times I found myself shouting at my radio because one of the best holidays we have in the Good Ole USofA was repeatedly referred to as Turkey Day by my radio.

Sometimes I think no one out there listening to me but that could not be... Or could it?

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Would I kid u?

Smartfella

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