I work in an industry where candy dishes are as common as computer viruses. They come in all shapes and sizes. One office has a little wicker treasure chest. When the lid is closed, it usually isn’t a good sign.…
Grandmas Candy
Author: W.A. McDonald
SPAM Comments!
Most of you I am sure have noticed that the vast majority of my posts and pages have a comments section on the last page. That is a function of “Blogging” software. We write something witty, controversial, or informative, and…
Mid-life Single
Do you remember what it was like way back in the very earliest days of courtship? For some of you reading this, that may not have been that long ago. But for those of us that are about midlife…if we’re…
So Many for so Few
I am going to start this piece by saying I was a huge proponent of the War on Terror. Not only did I support it, I volunteered to reenlist with my local guard unit. Unfortunately, I was turned down, and…
Hovering
The greatest part about flying a helicopter is hovering. Okay, maybe flying NoE (Nap of Earth), but you can’t really do that in a civilian aircraft. We also didn’t do that kind of flying until we got into advance tactics…
Frustrations of Writing
Since my earliest memories, I have wanted to be a writer. The pursuit of that dream has had its fits and stumbles. I have abandoned the dream at certain junctures in my life. But now that I write almost every…
Caution, Rapidly Approaching Ground!
It is hard to imagine that I am approaching fifty. Not because it doesn’t feel like I have lived forty-eight years’ worth of life. I have, every year is etched into my memory, and I can clearly recall huge tracts…
First Flight Part Duo
I left introductory flight feeling like I could fly the wheels of off anything. Kind of funny when you consider that to this point, I have not flown anything with wheels. There was so much rivalry at this stage already. …
Turning a Rotor
That was what the first eight weeks of flight school was all about. Turning a rotor. Six weeks of Warrant Officer Entry Course, also known as A Company. Then we moved to B Company, and spent two weeks being the…
First Flight
Myself, and a fellow helicopter pilot want to be, was sitting in a little restaurant outside the Daleville gates of Ft. Rucker, AL. I would bet I wasn’t a resident of that Fort more than three days at this point.…