SOME DAYS . . . . . .
Some days the skies are clear, winds are fair, and vizibility stretches into next week. Other days there is lightning walking all around the sky. Thunder too. (no, that sound isn't made by lightning - it's really Henry Hudson bowling 9 pins. I know, because that's what my second grade teacher told us!). Well, today is full of rain, thunderclouds, lightning, gusty winds, low ceilings, low visibility - flying hazards all over the place. So.......
Today, I'm curled up with a large cup of hot tea, and the "Airplane Flying Handbook" published by our Federal Aviation Administration (FAA). Rereading the How To, What To, When To, Why To etc. of flying helps me plug along here in the continuing journey of learning to fly well and better. That journey is a long, pleasant trail.
A couple of days ago, I teceived an invitation to join the UFO organization. This one is United Flying Octogenarians. Not quite yet qualifying, I responded with thanks, and my promise to fly as Pilot In Command (PIC) on, or ASAP after my 80th birthday in December. The Ruptured Duck and I will waddle down the runway and break the bonds of gravity. Their response was invitations to any of their activities in the meantime. Consisting of only about 1,500 men and women, and chock full of piss and vinegar, these are my kind of folks!
Doing what you like is FREEDOM
Liking what you do is HAPPINESS
I spent most of my money on airplanes, whiskey, and women - and I'm afraid I just wasted the rest.