A day to remember freedom’s high price and those who picked up our tab.

Arrived home from Florida yesterday. After a fourteen-day party, I need a bit of R&R.

I figured you might get a kick out of the following exchange:

Me: Home again, home again …

Mrs. Parkway: Klippity klop.

Me: What?

Mrs. Parkway: Klippity klop

Me: No. Jiggity jig.

Mrs. Parkway: What?

Me: It’s ”Home again, home again, jiggity jig,” not “Klippity klop.”

Mrs. Parkway: “Klippity klop makes more sense.”

Me: Oy! Good thing I’m sixty seconds away from the tequila bottle.

Cooling off with a bit of swimming standing around in the water and consuming adult beverages. Sweet.

Perfect together!

For me, Mother’s Day means a few moments of happy reflection and an eternal hope that we shall meet again. For those whose mother is still alive, savor the day (even if you feel that it is just another “Hallmark Holiday”) and be glad she’s still here, for that won’t always be the case.

P.S. Coming to you from Southwest Florida. I have not bumped into any farookin’ alligators so far. Whew!

Best enjoyed with a cocktail in hand.

Yes, it’s that time of the year when the Usual Suspects descend upon the gulf coast of the Sunshine State. We will again make the owner of the local liquor emporium a most happy fella when we purchase our prodigious supply of adult beverages. There promises to be lots of laughs fueled by ample helpings of savage humor.

For my part, I will remain on constant alligator watch.

Oh, and I plan to take Mr. Computer with me, so if the mood strikes, I might even post something.

Be back in a couple weeks. In the meantime, play nice.

I am a Beach Boys fan. They came on the scene when I was in high school and have been making great music, often with complex and sweet harmonies, for more than a half a century.

However, they, like I, are getting to be a bit long in the tooth.

PRS Operatives have learned that the Beach Boys will be releasing a new album, which contains many of their hits remade to be a bit more age-appropriate. Here is a sample:

Spittle Deuce Coupe

Burpin’ Safari

Little Hot Lady from Pasadena

Wipe Me Rhonda

Be True to Your Stool

Nappin’ USA

I Got Around

(I Can’t) Do it Again

Poop John B.

When I Blow Up and Need the Can

Good Dilations

Keep rockin’ fellas.

A reader sent me this amazing on-board camera video, including shots from the cockpit.

These pilots are badass.

November may well be our last chance to stop this madness.

via iOTW

Veterans for a Strong America

Via Doug Ross