I was reading the NYTimes and ran across this unfortunate piece of seventies nostalgia: Sid and Marty Krofft. It seems that cable channels think that toxic mind dye is worth dedicating a day or two of airtime to.

I saw an odd thing this morning. I was getting out of the truck after and heard a strange noise in the sky. It sounded like a really big jet, and I was right. Directly above, there was a gigantic, six-engined plane around seven thousand feet up. It took way too long to find the danged camera, but near as I can tell, it was a Antonov AN-225.

You can barely make out the six contrails from the engines in this photo.

There was only one made, some reports say two, and it was built to ferry the old Soviet Space Shuttle around. What was it doing cruising above central Utah on a Sunday morning? Beats me.