Hard to believe that it has been about 5 years since we lived in England. I really miss going to these kind of car & plane shows. Sadly this was the last year (2006) of the Woodchurch Wings & Things show. Good Times & Good Friends.

Brilliant, brilliant brilliant.

And, I wish I wrote it.

Generation X Doesn’t Want to Hear It

Earlier generations have weathered recessions, of course; this stall we’re in has the look of something nastier. Social Security and Medicare are going to be diminished, at best. Hours worked are up even as hiring staggers along: Blood from a stone looks to be the normal order of things “going forward,” to borrow the business-speak. Economists are warning that even when the economy recuperates, full employment will be lower and growth will be slower—a sad little rhyme that adds up to something decidedly ­unpoetic. A majority of Americans say, for the first time ever, that this generation will not be better off than its parents.

— New York Magazine

Generation X is sick of your bullshit.

The first generation to do worse than its parents? Please. Been there. Generation X was told that so many times that it can’t even read those words without hearing Winona Ryder’s voice in its heads. Or maybe it’s Ethan Hawke’s. Possibly Bridget Fonda’s. Generation X is getting older, and can’t remember those movies so well anymore. In retrospect, maybe they weren’t very good to begin with.

But Generation X is tired of your sense of entitlement. Generation X also graduated during a recession. It had even shittier jobs, and actually had to pay for its own music. (At least, when music mattered most to it.) Generation X is used to being fucked over. It lost its meager savings in the dot-com bust. Then came George Bush, and 9/11, and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Generation X bore the brunt of all that. And then came the housing crisis.

Read the whole article @ Emptyage

3rd? trip of the year (so far) with my bud Scott. These are a mix of his photos and mine.

Hanging out with Grandpa & Maggie in Savannah, GA.

Heather and I FINALLY got the kids to stop sitting on every sand castle part until we finished… Ella is Notorious for sitting on a freshly cast piece when my back is turned.

Riding bikes, chasing ducks, climbing trees, and carrying the bikes…

Beach pictures & Pirate Tattoos!

Finally made a trip over to the Hunley Museum. I wish they allowed photography in the conservation area (where the original is held). Instead all I have are shots of the replica used in the TNT movie.

Tired of repairing the blow up pool, we improvised.

Guess we’ll have to get a new one next summer.

This zoo could be so much better. Ah well, the kids enjoyed most of it.

They did ask “Where the rest of it?” on the way out.