Vacation
Ragnar had pretty well decided that next year he was going to take his winter vacation someplace warm like Montana or Minnesota, or maybe North Dakota . . . . David, Sf.G.
Ragnar had pretty well decided that next year he was going to take his winter vacation someplace warm like Montana or Minnesota, or maybe North Dakota . . . . David, Sf.G.
Alan started working for the ice company while still in college as an intern and went full time as soon as he got his MBA, but he found a good education and good work ethic were not all that was needed. Climbing the corporate ladder was proving much more difficult than he had expected. . . . . David, Sf.G.
In spite of getting all sweaty and having to use sun block every couple of hours, there was a certain attraction to the Texas Gulf Coast beach. Jim thought if he moved to Galveston, maybe he could get the dogs to run along the water’s edge pulling him on a surf board . . . . . David, Sf.G.
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.
While driving his four wheel drive rental from Anchorage to Fairbanks to see relatives, it didn’t take Jimbo long to remember why he had moved to Galveston on the Texas Gulf Coast . . . . David, Sf.G.
As they raced across the vast frozen tundra of the great white north, Brew (lead dog) was more than a little happy to be lead dog; not only was the food better, but he kept remembering his father’s words, “If you are not the lead dog, the view never changes . . . . . David, Sf.G.