On his first visit to Alaska, little four year old Eric said to his dad, “Look, a seagull!” His father asked him if he remembered all the birds in the Nemo movie that screamed “MINE, MINE, MINE!”, and explained those were seagulls. Eagles, on the other hand, he explained don’t have to say anything, they just do . . .
Everyone including Izzy (pictured) was happy with the new “Living Drone” raptor program with Homeland Security to guard borders and do other sensitive surveillance where camouflaging a drone to look like a raptor just wouldn’t work. Fitting Izzy and his buddies with a harness for FLIR (forward looking infrared radar) for operating when overcast or at night had been easy. Fitting the Hellfire missiles as originally planned, though, just wasn’t going to work. The only ones not happy were, of course, PETA, who thought that the raptors were being exploited (“all this dangerous flying for a few fish and meat scraps”), the ACLU, who thought it was illegal to have an eagle search without a warrant, and Al Gore, who thought the eagle–to be green–should be solar-powered . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Jeanny and Bob had been driving down the remote Texas beach all day in four wheel drive to fish and play in the surf, and they were getting tired. Up ahead a hotel came into view, and it didn’t look like a typical mainstream chain-hotel sort of place. The unusual decor drew them closer, when suddenly their car stereo turned itself on and began playing, “Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely place.”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
