The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I got non-trivial writing done for the first time in almost a week yesterday (about 3.5K) Need to get back on making that the rule (or more next week during break week).
That was my plan for this week ... set goals, heads down, headphones on, type until I run out of coffee. But I'm still bouncing off the walls with excitement from the holiday contest, so it's coming out in pieces.

I have more than 1 WIP for the first time, and right now I have 5, which tells me that I might be a pure creative headspace and not a very productive or focused one. I'm just letting these ideas smash around in my head while I'm giddy and catching whatever interesting fusions pop out. To use @Candy_Kane54 's metaphor, my Muse is visiting me. And she brought a bottle of blue Mad Dog 20/20 and an 80s dance mix.
 
Chicagoland in November--so not really.

We're going to see my daughter's first original production of The Nutcracker Ballet. She's Producer, Director and Choreographer. Our niece and her husband are driving in from Detroit for the show.
That sounds pretty exciting to me!
 
Hadn't considered balloon. That might be faster than AmTrak.

Having taken the train a few times to and from CHI and your pin on the map, it's really not a bad ride. The Southwest Chief is a little better about schedule than most routes. Yeah, it's 27 hours, but it's an opportunity for sitting back and enjoying the scenery under considerably less stress than dealing with airports.
 
Having taken the train a few times to and from CHI and your pin on the map, it's really not a bad ride. The Southwest Chief is a little better about schedule than most routes. Yeah, it's 27 hours, but it's an opportunity for sitting back and enjoying the scenery under considerably less stress than dealing with airports.
I've considered it, but it's more expensive than flying, and--from here to Chicago--once your over Raton Pass and into southeast Colorado, the scenery the rest of the way (Kansas, Missouri, and Illinois) isn't much to write home about.
 
Some of my dancing girlfriends took me out to the bars for my 21st. I'm a lightweight so I didn't last long.

I woke up in bed with one of them the next day.

(now that you're all imagining things, I'll just say that I was too hammered to make it home, so she let me crash with her and that's all that it was. I know what your dirty minds are thinking, and now that I know that the Lesbian category gets great ratings & views so is mine)
I’m adding this to my list of plot bunnies…
 
Wait again, Mr D. Note the date - a few short months after the end of the War.

I suspect that a fighter pilot, whether RAF or RN, had probably 'come of age' well before 21.
I'm not disparaging the boys in the RAF (ESPECIALLY my personal heroes, the 303 squadron) but a TRUE fighter pilot is about 12 years old until he makes Lt. Colonel. Especially the Wild Weasel pilots!
Bomber pilots are so boring

As they sang back in WWII:

By the ring around his eyeball, you can tell a bombardier,
You can tell a bomber pilot by the spread around his rear,
You can tell a navigator by his charts and maps and such,
You can tell a fighter pilot...but you can't tell him much!

Glory glory what a hellofaway to die
Glory glory what a hellofaway to die
Glory glory what a hellofaway to die

You can tell a fighter pilot...but you can't tell him much!
 
As they sang back in WWII:

By the ring around his eyeball, you can tell a bombardier,
You can tell a bomber pilot by the spread around his rear,
You can tell a navigator by his charts and maps and such,
You can tell a fighter pilot...but you can't tell him much!

Glory glory what a hellofaway to die
Glory glory what a hellofaway to die
Glory glory what a hellofaway to die

You can tell a fighter pilot...but you can't tell him much!
I'll always associate that tune with the airborne.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit
They picked him up still in his suit and poured him from his boots
And he ain't gonna jump no more
 
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I'll always associate that tune with the airborne.
Back in the 70's I sang with a bunch of guys that specialized in the songs soldiers sang in WWII We called ourselves the 52nd MMS Boys Choir

We found that they had several melodies that they loved to sing and it seemed like everyone had their own words to sing. The Battle Hymn of the Republic was an all time favorite,
 
I live in a dense urban neighborhood, and the buildings are all concrete, brick, and glass. They reflect sound really well. There are no spaces between most of them, so sounds on the street carry up and down the block. That makes the jackhole with the loud engine extra annoying because it's loud until he crosses the avenue.
 
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