Came home to this guy perched on the deck. I think it’s a Red Tail “Falcon” (I know its a hawk, but it makes the story better so just go with it….). I think he was a little jealous of me writing about the Navy and Marine jets so he reminded how much I love the Air Force F16 Falcons above. One show in combat mode and the other in Thunderbird colors. The Thunderbirds put on an awesome airshow. Check ’em out if you get the chance.

I’m here if they need me by the way…….

Navy FA18 Blue Angel top photo. Marine AV8B Harrier bottom photo. Anyone who knows me can tell you how much I love fighter jets and how much I respect the pilots who serve this nation by flying them (Thank you for your service).

I regret not pursuing a career in the military and therefore not serving our country. I dreamed of flying jets but did not prepare timely enough. Okay…..

On my way home from the Annapolis Family Day Celebration I happened to pass the home of these two beautiful creations. The Navy FA18 Hornet in Blue Angel livery and the Marine AV8B Harrier. I’ll take one of each please. If that is not possible a ride in either would suffice.

And by the way if we ever have a shortage of military aviators I am available. 

July 25, 2026. Went to my hometown’s (Annapolis, Maryland) Family Day at the historic Wiley H. Bates Middle School Complex. Great weather, great time, great friends. What’s up ‘Nard and Will? Bywater baby!

Never waste the sounds of a sunset.

Man I just went on and did it. Entered a songwriting competition for the first time ever. I have lyrics setting on shelves collecting dust dating back an embarrassing number of years. So……

And there are some who say these competitions are not as advertised. I like finding out for myself. We will see….

Oh yea.  Joined the Baltimore chapter of Nashville Songwriters Association International. They support all genres of music by the way.  Old dogs can learn new tricks……

Now act like you don’t remember afro sheen……

RIP Mr. Johnson.

The future do I see, however it should be

My mind won’t let me be, it takes control of me

Passion holds the air, submission lost for ware

Does the conscience ever care, dare to question if you dare

It’s coming back for sure, life existing through the lore

Of the many days of yore, hidden away nevermore

The future I do see, to unsettle so subtly

Does it not remember me, free through my history

There is no dishonor in losing, but there is no honor in not learning…….

“Unknown”