Wow. I was in Chicago about 15 years ago and made it to my first Cubs game ever in spite of having grown up in Oak Park. Sat out in the right field bleachers with Sammy Sosa. It was in April, and the day started out cold and cloudy, but by game time the skies cleared and the temps climbed into the 70s. Got…

Back in 2011 the NYT did a piece about Derek Boogard. It's enlightening, and very sad.

Surely.

As a diehard Hawks fan since the days of Bobby Hull and Stan Mikita, I would KILL to go to the Mad House and see a game. And I would buy the beer. Do they sell Old Style? I saw the Hawks once back when Tony Esposito was still in goal and they were still at the old Chicago Stadium, fistfights in the stands and all.

There's an interesting thought. It never thaws fast enough for me, though.

That's in line with what I paid at a Stars game yesterday. Honestly, since I had kids, I haven't been hanging out in airport bars for a while.

Take an empty water bottle or two and fill them at a water fountain after the TSA checkpoint. Problem solved. As for the bar, I will pay the grossly inflated alcohol prices because I'm an airport junkie and like drinking at the airport. I'll get a longer layover just so I can sit and sip my expensive beer. Hell, beers…

I'll just leave these here. That second shot: Best seat in the house.

That was exceptional. All the 380s!

I was referring to Leadbull.

Aaand, we have a winner.

Or else he's just full of shit.

Maybe it's time to revisit this idea with jets. Bell proposed it first in 1960 with the D-188A (XF-109), and the Germans actually made it work with the EWR VJ 101 (shown above). They managed vertical takeoff, hover, transition to level flight, and supersonic speeds (without afterburner). The project was canceled in…

Driving my cat home from the vet, the thing was caterwauling inside the carrier, so I let her out. She then climbed into my lap and took a shit. In my lap. Somehow, the cat made it home.

I'm glad these consummate professionals—and I'm talking about the pilots, the crews, all the way down to the cooks—are on our side.

Is that Loonies or USD?

I know it takes a while for shows like this to find their style, but this sounds like John Davis is reading a Wikipedia article.

The A-12 was faster.

Just the tip.

This is the first microwave our family ever owned, circa 1982. The top dial is time, the bottom is power. Buttons: Start, Stop, Light. That's it. When I went to my friend's house, where they had a keypad microwave, I was flummoxed.