Boston to Nantucket: I share an airplane with sweet baby Junior

This is sweet baby Junior and, just like me, he is preparing to fly from Boston to Nantucket on a Cape Air Cessna. The breeze catches his mom's hair and hurls it skyward.

Shortly after I get in and buckle myself down, I see sweet baby Junior boarding with his mom.

I can't believe my good fortune! Sweet baby Junior sits down beside me! I see that I will have good, intelligent, company on this trip. I believe we will discuss Socrates, Shakespeare and Persimon Munk.

The pilot gives us the preflight briefing. Sweet baby Junior pays rapt attention. I can tell that he is worried that the pilot does not know what he is doing and might crash. 

"It is okay," I tell him. "I think this pilot knows what he's doing - and if he doesn't, I'm a pilot too, so I will just simply take over. And I've only crashed once, so you know you will be safe if I must fly the plane."

As you can see from his expression, this filled Sweet baby Junior with great relief.

Soon, we left Boston behind us.

Shortly after we flew out over the Atlantic, I turned to sweet baby Junior to start the discussion. "So," I queried, "what is your theory about whatever became of the vanished libraries of Persimon Munk?"

But sweet baby Junior did not answer. He had fallen into dreamland.

Perhaps he would find the answers there.

Soon we were over what is nick-named Fog Island, home of the old yankee whaling town of Nantucket. 

We come down on final, headed towards Runway 24. I wish that I were flying the damned plane instead of this guy. Not that I have anything against him and he did a good job, but I just always like it better when I am doing the flying. I haven't done the flying for too long, now.

Sweet baby Junior and his mom got out and headed for the Cape Air terminal building, but they had left a shoe behind.

I picked it up and hollered at them. They came back and got it.

I have not seen Sweet Baby Junior since.

Wouldn't it be fun if he showed up at my show?

I kind of doubt it, though.

But I hope he does.

Should you see this, Sweet Baby Junior, know that you have a special invitation.

Two PM, Saturday, March 27, at the Nantucket Whaling Museum.

I journey backwards and bump into Joe Lieberman in Boston, I come forward to find a man walking; honest, forthright, horses and Kalib feeding fish

That's Boston down there, over six years ago - May 12, 2003. I had no intention of posting this in today's blog, or any day's blog. In fact, I had forgotten I had ever taken such a picture, until today, when I stumbled across this while looking for something else. 

This is not what I was looking for, but I did at least remember taking this picture, shortly after the above airplane landed in Boston, MA.

I was on my way to Washington, DC, and was slightly surprised to bump into Joe, who was going there, too - Joe Lieberman, who was then the Democratic Senator from Connecticut. He's still the Senator from Connecticut but I am not quite sure what he is.

At that time, he was running for Vice-President with John Kerry and we thought he was a Democrat.

I was independent of all political parties, but knew that I would be voting for Kerry and Lieberman.

Lieberman was friendly and personable and we had a nice little chat.

I wish that I could have another chat with him now, so that I could tell him how how my health insurance company has failed me, how it has proven to be an obstacle to my health care rather than a benefit.

I would ask him why he stands up for them and against me and my health.

After we finished our visit, these two ladies came along. They got pretty excited. "Look!" one of them said to the other. "That's Joe Lieberman! He's going to be President of the United States."

Now, I come back to the present - or at least, to one-half hour ago, when Kalib came into my office to feed my fish.

It's only one picture, but I hope it makes you smile, Mary.

Earlier in the day, a little after noon, as I drove down Seldon with Margie, I saw a man walking.

And later I saw these horses, all of whom were upright and honest individuals of great character, living together in a community of peace, love and harmony, where everyone shares their hay equally. Yet, the picture is exceptionally deceiving, for it was very nearly dark when I took it. The snow was dim to look at and the horses were mere forms against it.

But, to see what would happen, in Lightroom, I hit the auto-adjust. It brightened up, but in a strange metallic, blue, hue. I color-balanced it a bit and this is how it turned out.

It is a lie, honestly told.

This is the original exposure and is pretty close to how the scene actually appeared, except that this might be a little lighter than it looked to the eye. Pretty close, though.