We’re walking 3 times a day now – it’s a 15 minute walk. Well, the first two are, by #3 it’s 20 minutes.

Anyway, still chilly and brisk winds – enough I need a scarf.

He is totally happy discussing all the aircraft which fly over our walking route. When a Comanche or some other one flies by, he really makes comments. He used to take a 4 seater to fly us around when the boys were younger.

Found one log book and think I’ll have it framed. Also, found his first private pilot license – it’s tattered around the edges but that adds to its charm – for me anyway.

His office shelves are full of flying books. Not sure they are of value to anyone unless sons want them cause they are Dad’s. Peeked thru some and it’s all Greek to me – I never could understand the tower chatter – they spoke so quickly.

We had one near miss and I sure understood the tower that time, my tummy did, too. Anyway, the tower had cleared us for take off – we would have been caught in the vortex of a landing jet. Goodbye us if that would have happened.