Kathy's Hungarian dad talks about his wild teenage times while Budapest was under siege in December 1944.

 

We had a great hailstorm a few days ago, and Kathy caught some of it.  Definitely use your headphones to listen to the storm from without and within!

Fred's old friend Eric has a great memory for funny incidents. Here at a visitation he fondly recalls two moments with his late father-in-law.

You gotta take your epiphanies when you find 'em. In this case, it was a restroom. Which is a good place to go to take epiphany time! Har har!

Two hard-core radicals embark on a crusade to change...? kill...? Well, something, we're not sure.

A southern culinary adventure. Really, if you look past the texture, the spongy feel, the smell, the unappealing look, and the extreme briny-ness, they're not all that bad.

Funny conversation with a stranger in the Tampa airport who overheard Kathy reading aloud. And he's right, the pilot did look as if he'd come from a weekend frat party!

I was thinking of naming this post Peanut Butter & Jihad, but thought that might be going too far....

Always being the last ones to leave the airplane, we get to hear all the farewells being said. It usually strikes me as a ritual that makes the challenging and honorable job of flight attendant seem, well, kinda silly.

Because the service counters are built at a height suitable for NBA players, Kathy had to do all the paperwork duties at the airport auto garage. Lucky for us, Florida seems to have no rules about renting cars to totally blind people!

At the ballpark...guy in charge of summoning the elevator can't figure out how to speak to us...we get in...he turns back a crowd of other people wanting to ride too...points to the dog....