The picture above is just a part of what you’re missing if you don’t boogie out to First Class Air at Springfield, Illinois’ Abraham Lincoln Capital Airport and see this immaculately restored B-17 on display and flying all day Sunday. Walk through tours begin at 9:00 am and cost $5 a person. You may take [...]
Archive for August, 2008
Seen at the Airport August 30
Posted in Uncategorized on August 30, 2008 | 1 Comment »
It’s So Nice to Have You, Barack, Where You Belong
Posted in writing on August 30, 2008 | 2 Comments »
You are inspiring me, your in-tune-with-the-21st-century-ness to aspire to higher. Those who I despise are despised by others and unworthy of a nanosecond of my concern. If I have something to share in celebration of a friend or associate or stranger, I will share it here. The rest, I shall certainly feel, but I shall [...]
Supermarket Seen
Posted in Uncategorized on August 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In Walgreens last week I encountered a small open basket on the checkout counter. It contained an assortment of oranges, apples and bananas. They were for sale: 69 cents a piece.
Heading home from work last night I stopped at Shop & Save because I was running low on Hellman’s and I had a garden or [...]
Visit “Sentimental Journey” — the Boeing B-17 at AL Capital Airport This Weekend
Posted in writing on August 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Arizona Wing of the Commemorative Air Force has flown its immaculately restored B-17 Flying Fortress to town where is is now parked at FIrst Class Air, the fixed base operator next to the airport terminal. This warbird is restored in the colors of a late-war machine which flew without the olive green and grey [...]
Tall Corn
Posted in arts, writing on August 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s been a nutty week getting together my stories for the next Springfield Business Journal. The picture above was taken during the effort, though it has nothing to do with my articles. I saw a pattern I liked, and I photographed it; didn’t realize how good (to moi) it looked until I downloaded it. That’s [...]
updated poem – Ripples
Posted in arts, writing on August 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Ripples
By Job Conger
From the stone skipped on the water
Ripples eminate beyond.
From the bouquet, gladly given,
Ripples, yes, and common bond.
In the storm-tossed voyage onward,
Breaking waves on bow and shore,
Consequence of stones and roses::
Ripples of our lives and more.
Words that seem so clear and certain
Scandalize with angry splash
Unconsidered when first written
Sullied page screams truth as trash.
Some with [...]
“He’s a Fool” quoth the Ravin’
Posted in writing on August 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Since my arrival here at the edge of the world, I’ve been at arms’ length with the office manager whose hours were reduced to accommodate the additional talent I brought to the business. If she were a wolverine she would hiss and spit when she talks, and the family resemblance doesn’t end there. I’m no longer [...]
Starting a Beard (again) & Sunday Catchup
Posted in writing on August 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Friday the publisher PR person e’d me with two more forms to complete for the PR kit Arcadia is sending out with my new book to national media in early September. Part of it includes a picture, and the one that works best for me is one that caught me in a hangar a few [...]
BIDEN!
Posted in writing on August 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Though there have been exceptions along the way, life since #43 first oozed into the White House has been of litany of actions I never considered possible given what I always assumed to be natural law: water flowing UP, frostbite in the summer, beef tasting like cotton candy, rocks floating in the sea and flagrant [...]
SPAAAASH! The kewl saturation of writing obligation.
Posted in writing on August 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I took the picture a few weeks ago from the open showroom door “at the edge of the world” during heavy precipitation. When journalism opportunity reigns here at “Casa de Poet and Writher,” it pours as well. I wish every day were as affirming as the last few. Writing is the only essential item [...]
