This post is being “dupli-posted” at two of my four blogs, starting with Honey & Quinine. The other post is at my AeroKnow Museum blog – http://aeroknow.wordpress.com
The most recent post at the AeroKnow Museum (AKM) blog was July 3, 2012. I am way late with an update due to other priorities, and I’ve been sharing a LOT at Facebook which is becoming my cheap narcotic way to be a socialperson, especially with my “Approaching 65″ series on Honey & Quinine. If you are reading these words at the AKM blog, please visit Honey & Quinine for more about me as a hummin’ bean and not a garden-variety aviation history enthusiast. The blot is at http://jobconger.wordpress.com
My purpose in posting at both is to see if there is a significant response to “aviation” at either blog. Significant response to the AKM blog will soon generate more aviation photographs and news there while I reduce my injecting so much cheap narcotic into my Facebook aviation photo albums.
The six pictures starting here are a small piece of my activity at AKM.
This is an exercise to see how things look in final presentation on the Web. I will likely re-arrange them on the AKM dupli-post.
The point of the H & Q post is to acquaint you with the real passion of my life that doesn’t wear a bra. The point of the AKM post is to let you know the museum is growing by the day. Before I head for home about 6:30 pm, I will have been at the airport from 6:35 to 9:50 and from 2:20 until 6:30, blessed by the fire that gives me the motivation to “do what needs to be done.” Sunday I will be here from probably 5:10 am to about 5:30 pm, doing more of it. I am still the poet, the folksinger, the showroom manager at a great metropolitan stone fabricator, but until I meet “Miss RIGHT” my heart will be here at the airport. During the times I’ve dated seriously — and I’ve had my share — there has never been a day in the life of “Couple US” that I have considered aviation more important than the relationship. That’s how it’s always been, but as Carly Simon sings, “The river doesn’t seem to stop here anymore.” and that is okay. That’s life. Que sera sera. And “Don’t cry for me Argentina.”
Live long . . . . . . . . . . . and proper.