Bly Moments

My far-better half, Annie, tells me that I possess a VSUK. It’s an acronym that stands for “Vast Storehouse of Useless Knowledge.” Furthermore, when I share a factoid or story from my VSUK, she calls it a “Bly Moment.” She coined the term one day in 1998 on an RV trip when we stopped at a roadside historical marker about the Oregon Trail. She and our four children rolled their eyes as I began to wax eloquently about the historical significance of the Oregon Trail. I only got about ten words out before she interjected, “Oh Lord, another Bly moment!” The kids fell to the ground, clutching their bellies in uncontrolled laughter. Needless to say, the term has persisted to the point that I have now been suitably humbled and speak only when authorized. So, I write instead.

When it came time for me to write a blog, the name just had to be, “Bly Moments.” I hope you enjoy some tidbits of this, that, and everything. I expect it will be mostly about airplanes because that’s what jazzes me up more than anything, but you never know!

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