This Is incredible
I checked the NOAA data from last night and sure enough a massive storm front split in two over DC
The storm hit us in Harpers Ferry and as it made its way to DC parted in the middle sparing the city from the storm allowing the event to take place
@SamLesante2@RKBAShackleford My sister flew a B1. From my understanding, she and her crew were the only B1 to Winchester* twice in one day over Afghanistan.
*drop everything you have
New video footage shows a Marine Corps F/A-18 Hornet fighter jet crashing into a hillside during a training flight near Rimrock Lake, Washington, on Saturday.
The pilot safely ejected before impact and was transported to a hospital.
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
@StowawayPenguin@CynicalPublius Of course the gay guy is short sighted and likes this. Same demographic that's targeted with PREP meds because they can't be bothered to not fuck 100 random guys a year and don't mind potentially spreading a fatal disease. Because you are one.
@DissentFu@caffshepherd You left your spouse and moved to an island and now you're just a miserable lonely bitch on an island.
Make better decisions.
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