What's this all about?

I found a calendar in the trash can outside of an aviation museum.  It's one of those big desk calendars that has a 2"x2" blank square for each day of the month.  Being the dumpster diver that I am, I had no qualms about reaching in to rescue this treasure from certain doom, inevitably to be buried in half-finished ice cream cones, sodas, and apple cores.  

The calendar reads like a cryptic diary--a glimpse into one year of a mystery man's life.

I'll be posting every day (or every couple of days, honestly).  Let's see how the past unfolds, shall we?