Doesn’t Get Much Better

This morning I woke with the sun a shining and one of my favorites, a mocking bird singing at the tops of his lungs. I sprang from the bed, well not really, and prodded Erika until she opened one eye long enough to ask her if she wanted to go have breakfast with me. She said something like umphh, which I took as a yes and got ready for the day. Well, actually I got that a little backwards, but it’s my story so I’ll exaggerate as needed.

The Doc agreed yesterday to spend the day with me at my hangar. Wow, this may be a first. Lobectomies have their benefits you know. Clint and Carol flew up to meet us, along with the Honorable Judge Mullins, also my retired boss Hector Casanova, who flew fixed wing and rotary aircraft in the Vietnam War, Craig my co-worker, and then there was I, the chief bottle washer.

We had an awesome day with real Texas BBQ for lunch, banjo music (if you can call it that), taking pictures and taxiing my Cub around for fun. It gave them all a chance to get their jokes out before Wednesday. Kind of brings new meaning to the saying, “splitting your side open, laughing.”

I've had many ask if my flying days are over. Nope, I just had to switch gears. The 1945 Piper Cub is the RV-4 replacment and one that I will be able to continue to fly. My father's first solo was in a Piper Cub and my fist 7 lessons were in a Piper Cub like this one, only white and red. (I started flying when I was 16 or 17) This is one airplane that you fly solo from the rear seat and your passenger rides up front. Oh, and you have to start it by spinning the propeller by hand. It flys at 75 MPH and it is usualy flown with the door open. Once I am up and recovered, I will be flying it from Texas to our new home around Washington D.C.

So enough talk and to more pictures.