Puff Daddy Moonshine

Water from a bowl. Water from the faucet. Nothing like water from this can. Puff Daddy Moonshine.

Cats. Never had one until LuAnn and I got married. One day she said if anyone at work has kittens she would like to have one. And so it began with Boo Radley & Scout. The latest is Sammy. In between....well we won't go there yet as the total number is a closely guarded secret. Is there some bright, flashing neon arrow over our house or a rotating beacon of light that only cats can see that point the way to sanctuary?

When we see all of our kids show up together at the front door, and it is not Thanksgiving or Christmas, we will know that the intervention is coming. But really, no need for that. We have it under control. LuAnn, we have it under control don't we? Puff Daddy, get off the keyboard I'm writing! Go drink some Puff Daddy Moonshine.

62 Miles

That's all there is that separates us from the violence of space. This thin atmosphere, fueled by our nearest star, gives us the air we breath and the water that sustains us.

I often think about how lucky I am to have been born in the first century in the history of mankind in which we could explore this atmosphere and space beyond. As a small boy I witnessed the very beginnings of space flight with the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo programs. I loved (and still do) anything that is aviation related. I regularly heard sonic booms while growing up in Pine Bluff as our military developed aircraft that continued to break barriers going higher, farther, faster. I wondered what kind of jet just flew over that left a sonic boom that sometimes shook things in the house. Maybe it was that B-58 Hustler I saw taking off, low, right over our heads during a family trip in Texas.

These ventures into the skies above us and space beyond give us all a new prospective on how we view Earth and its existence in the Universe. So small. So beautiful. So delicate.

Welcome to my journal of life in this thin blue line.