Thanks
It’s gotten to the point where I feel really guilty for getting to be me. Yesterday afternoon, as we were wrapping up the PX at Moffett Field, Jim checked in […]
Category Archives: flight
Yeah, That Was Me
“This is Ghost Rider, requesting a fly-by.” “Negative – the pattern is full.” (Maverick puts the nose down and hits the throttle) “No Mav, this is not a good idea…” […]
The Boys are Back in Town
Yes, the girls too. But if you’re from my generation, that line from the song evokes a whole world of nostalgia, pulled down the rails by twin dueling guitars, big […]
Homecoming
And then? And then we were home. Almost seemed anticlimactic – Rich and I loaded ‘6JA up with our bags in the morning, plugged in the flight plan and off […]
Enchanted
Some people seem to carry a sense of place along with them, and for all the years I had any concept of Sedona, all I could say about it was […]
Time Machine
It’s taken me a couple of days to realize that N616JA is not an airplane – it’s a time machine. It’s a bit smaller on the inside than the […]
Oklahoma!
When the sky opens up over eastern Oklahoma, the late afternoon sun lights up an endless string of farm ponds like small round diamonds thrown carelessly across a deep green […]
Quilting Capital of America
Well, long story short, I’m pleased to say we’re in Paducah. Part of it is that I’m pleased at how a near weather-induced series of airline travel misadventures managed to […]
Julie
Hey, so – remember back in January when I said I was off to Louisville, Kentucky and would explain later? Uh, yeah – never did that, did I? So let […]
Rain
We made it into Punta Gorda just ahead of the rain. The real rain, that is – we flew through a shower or two on the way down, but by […]
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