Seems we’ve been here before.

Learn something new everyday, the mantra My Grandmother instilled in me long ago. This was new to me.

The smallpox pandemic response was eerily similar to COVID:

And there are letters to friends,,,,

But it’s not just friends I’m losing over this, as if that isn’t hard enough. There’s far more to it than that and it’s the source of a nearly inconsolable grief. It’s my sense of the world as being a generally rational place, a world a causality and where most human phenomena could be explained and understood,

RTWT please, its worth your time, and my feelings of detachment and loss are morrored in the writers words. I know of no one near me that hasnt lost someone in the last year, in many cases SEVERAL someone’s.

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WINGS OF CHANGE

What happens when a wounded veteran, a computer genius, and a handful of fiercely independent misfits decide that the best way to change the world is to stop waiting for someone else to do it?

G has spent years flying from a wheelchair, learning to make the sky obey him even when his body won’t. T is a computer wizard with a mysterious past, an enormous extended family, and a talent for turning impossible ideas into working machines.

Together, they build things that shouldn’t exist.

Aircraft that push the limits of what remote flight can do. Technology born in garages and workshops instead of corporate boardrooms. And a community of people who have decided that family isn’t necessarily something you’re born into.

But building extraordinary machines attracts attention.

Soon G, T, and their growing family find themselves caught between government agencies, competing agendas, and people who would very much like to know exactly what they’re capable of. What began as tinkering and experimentation is becoming something far more consequential.

Because when you build something powerful enough to change the rules, eventually somebody comes looking for the keys.