Sol y Luna

William Blake had it right

As Valentine’s Day slipped toward Valentine’s Night, is it any wonder that poetry should be sought as blissful abandon? The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. William Blake, 1757—1827

SOCAL TRACON (SCT)

“SOCAL TRACON,” translated, means Southern California Terminal Radar Control—the FAA’s air traffic control facility handling the lower 13,000-17,000′ of airspace from offshore in the west to the beginnings of the California deserts in the east, and, up north, demarcated by a west-east line from around Pt. Dume to Palm Springs, and, in the south, by the border with Mexico.   Air traffic control comes…

Arizona Land, Arizona Sky

Cathy, enjoying her SDSU semester break, and finished with all the holiday busyness, implored for a getaway to somewhere, and Lord love her, was wanting to get there via the Cirrus time machine.  We settled on SE Arizona, with the fly-in aerodrome being Libby Army Airfield at Fort Huachuca, where I was stationed for six months before deploying to Viet Nam in the mid…