I went up for a short flight today to practice emergency procedures. Sitting in the hangar afterward I pulled out my logbook to fill in today's flight. I got two surprises. The first was that my last flight was the last row in the logbook. I had no idea until I flipped the page. This is my first and only logbook. The first entry was April 15th, 1987. Since that time, I have logged every single flight over the past 34 years. But I have done more than just logged hours. I put a comment about every flight. There are dozens of comments about taking people for their first flight. In all these cases I had the person sign my logbook. There are comments about beautiful flights, and terrifying flights, long trips and camping with my dogs. There's my last trip with Lou Roskie to Nut Tree where we both got watermelon ice cream cones. Lou was a crotchety old bastard, but he let me fly his plane. There are three flights noted where I almost killed myself. And one where I almost killed my son. There's the trip with my ex-wife where we surveyed the damage from the 1989 earthquake in San Francisco. There are two flights with two beautiful girls (not at the same time), but my flying skills was not enough to impress them apparently.... On August 12, 2000, I took another beautiful woman up for her first flight. She signed her name and added a smiley face. I guess my piloting skills impressed her because two years later she married me. On August 18, 2000, I took my career air force father up for his first flight with me as his pilot. He signed my logbook too. On September 15, after 2 ½ years of hell, I logged my first flight in my homebuilt aircraft. The remarks column simply says, “First flight - Woohoo”. On March 30, 2020, I took my papillon, Willy, for his first flight. Somehow, I managed to get his paw print into the logbook, and it is still legible. Since it was the last page, I added up all the columns and got another surprise. My last flight put my total hours at 1000.8. I frequently go back and read through my logbook. There is something special about this handwritten record of some of the greatest memories of my life. Since I need a new logbook I thought about going digital, and then ordered a new analogue one.