Over the weekend I read this story over at Hanlonvision, and it has been haunting me ever since. It deals with the author’s anything-but-fond recollections of his father.

I consider myself most fortunate to have had a wonderful relationship with my father, and I have missed him every day since his death in 1994. He will always be in my memories. What I found troubling about Leigh’s story is that I am certain that his father will always be in his memories as well, and I can only imagine how painful that must be.

Last night I tried to link to a Power Point file that showed a series of photos of American Forces in Iraq digging up and hauling away a MIG fighter jet that had been buried in the desert. Clicking the link (at least on my computer) did not open the slide presentation, but rather downloaded the file to the place in my computer where Power Point files reside. If it did that to your computer, I apologize for the inconvenience.

As it turns out, In Sheep’s Clothing (the author of which is obviously not a cyber-knucklehead such as Yours Truly) has a pretty nice and workable version of the same photos here.

I still cannot believe they buried a farookin’ plane.