I am not having a good time: It’s a springlike, bluebird day, more like April than February, and 72B is sitting in Piqua, Ohio, for its annual spa treatment; my tooth ached all weekend (why do toothaches always start on Friday nights?) and was cured expertly but painfully with a root canal on Monday; and the Powers of Darkness are trying to close down Blue Ash Airport.
Oh, we’re doing our damnedest to save it, but the emperor of Mongo, Ming the Merciless, and his dysfunctional council of advisors (Cincinnati’s mayor and City Council) want it gone. Mercifully, for the moment, at least, they’ve run into a large roadblock.
