Michelee CabotAuthor, Adventurer & Pilot
Born a Texan to a career Air Force officer and very Southern mother, Michelee spent her impressionable early years all around the world, on a path that brought her to a first marriage at twenty-one. Two children later, with useful time served volunteering at hospitals and museums, she found her way to her first flight lesson. Flying can be liberating… In the ensuing nearly fifty years, besides becoming a C.A.S.A. volunteer, she found her excellent new husband Hal, became a restaurant reviewer, managed a flight school office and logged more than 5,000 hours of flight time, including these in Australia. She holds a commercial license (both single engine land and glider) with instrument rating, and a tow pilot endorsement, and has been active in several aviation organizations, including the volunteer Airlifeline (now Angel Flight).
Álamos, My Heart
An Expat’s Tribute to Her Mexican Hometown
In a mountain valley in the foothills of the Sierra Madre del Oeste lies the magical town of Álamos, Mexico. Its vivid five-hundred-year history is reflected in its meandering streets and pleasing architecture, but what is it like today? It has no beach, no golf course, no gambling casinos, no Kentucky Fried Chicken. What could possibly be its attraction for the lucky few Americans and Canadians who have made it their home?
Discover the warmth of its climate and the beauty of its flowers—and especially the warmth of its people and the beauty of what they have created. Quite possibly you may decide to come and see today’s Treasure of the Sierra Madre for yourself.
Dust Devils, Cozy Corners & Javelinas:
A Newcomer’s Tale of Tucson
Tucson, the beautiful city spread across the United States southwest plains, still charms us. Tonight we’ll bend our elbows with friends and wrap ourselves in their smiles and hospitality. Because no matter how splendid your surroundings, you need the warmth of your tribe to keep you going.
The adventure continues. Welcome to Tucson!
FOOLS AND DRUNKS
GOD: FOOLS AND DRUNKS – the saying goes that He looks after them. In the midst of this giant pandemic isolation, I sit with my wings now folded, watching the sky’s constantly changing cloudscapes – and reflect. The time came last year for this eagle to go to roost. ...
Hola, fellow isolateds! Isolateds. Well, I assume that you are self-isolating. I imagine you are, as recommended by everyone in the universe. So you are now in your not-so-happy hidey holes, waiting out the plague, as am I. And like everyone, we are gloomily...
D-Day Plus 10 Years
I’m sixteen again, in France. My father has been transferred to Paris. But he has war on his mind from his years in the Pacific theater, issues to set free. He needs to see where it all began to end. So. We’ve taken our little Fiat to Normandy, map in hand,...