“Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.” Attributed often to Groucho Marx, but actually comes from an early AI computer experiment in the 1960’s. As with so many things, the urban myth is so much better than the truth.
Regardless, today time has flown like an arrow. I got wrapped up in surfing job postings and submitting online applications, and all of a sudden noticed that it’s way past my bedtime — with no pearls of wisdom flung out yet today into the blogosphere. (Yeah, it’s a stupid term, but it’s mostly harmless. Given some of the incredibly stupid things going on that are actually killing folks, I can give a pass to ‘blogosphere.’ Sorry, really tired, rambling aimlessly. Will stop now. Really. Now.)
So here are a couple of pictures that I found that look like they’re from an air show, but they’re not. As much as I love going to air shows, these were actually taken in our back yard. A P-51 flew over our house unexpectedly one afternoon many moons ago while I was out taking pictures of the dogs. I don’t recognize the plane (it’s certainly not ours, as in, the one the SoCal CAF flies) but there aren’t a lot of them around to begin with, so it shouldn’t be hard to track down if I really wanted to.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 