There were three men around the fire, with the smell of coffee and of bacon frying. It was a two-bit camp in mighty rough country, with three saddle-broncs and a packhorse standing under a lightning-struck cottonwood. "Howdy," I said. "You boys receivin' visitors, or is this a closed meetin'?" They were all looking me over, but one said, "You're here, mister. Light and set."
From "The Man From the Broken Hills" by Louis L'Amour


Thursday, July 30, 2009

Mmmmmm.... Chick-Fil-A

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. The well has been kinda dry.

In the interim, enjoy this:


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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Ice Tea? While Rolling my Plane? No Problem.

Watch the pilot of this aircraft pour a glass of ice tea while performing a barrel roll.

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