Lawreston
En-Route
When Scottsdale MOM was here we happened to drive past a lawn sale. Yup; she turned around and went back to it. Women! She was walking through and around bunches of junk, for which I had zero interest, when she pointed to the ground and said, "Look; it's a windsock". Surely, it was -- bright orange, complete with the steel ground post. I'm going to lightly sand the post, repaint it, and position it on my front lawn. "Oh, you can't do that,she said; the neighbors will complain."
"Ma; probably half of this development are families attached to NAS Brunswick." Well, I haven't found time to prep it, yet, but a new neighbor across the street is the new Administrative Officer for VP-44, having been transferred here from D.C. I told him about it and he smiled. I quipped that I might have my Cessna tail numbers put on the sock, and he came back with, "When you're ready, come see me. I'll have my office sew the numbers on." Cool beans.
Saturday, I took the plane's LOG books to Twitchell's Airport for its Annual which should be done next week. After a fellow and I helped push a renter's 152-II(converted to a taildragger) back into its T-hangar the fellow said, "Take a look in the back of my truck," in which I saw a very bent steel propeller. And I mean bent, [but only on one end
)]. He said that it had been given to him; and that there's a story behind it. I probably had a blank stare. "Maybe you'd like to have it, seeing as it's the one you used to shorten those trees out by the highway."
It was too long to fit into the trunk of my Park Avenue; it wouldn't fit any way in the back seat; so we lowered the center rear console/armrest which revealed an opening right back into the trunk. Bingo. Let's see: if I bury the undamaged end about a foot into the ground, the very twisted other end should pass for a piece of modern sculpture. And with the windsock............
Whaddayabet, Scottsdale MOM will be pleased when she comes East for Thanksgiving?
"Ma; probably half of this development are families attached to NAS Brunswick." Well, I haven't found time to prep it, yet, but a new neighbor across the street is the new Administrative Officer for VP-44, having been transferred here from D.C. I told him about it and he smiled. I quipped that I might have my Cessna tail numbers put on the sock, and he came back with, "When you're ready, come see me. I'll have my office sew the numbers on." Cool beans.
Saturday, I took the plane's LOG books to Twitchell's Airport for its Annual which should be done next week. After a fellow and I helped push a renter's 152-II(converted to a taildragger) back into its T-hangar the fellow said, "Take a look in the back of my truck," in which I saw a very bent steel propeller. And I mean bent, [but only on one end
)]. He said that it had been given to him; and that there's a story behind it. I probably had a blank stare. "Maybe you'd like to have it, seeing as it's the one you used to shorten those trees out by the highway." It was too long to fit into the trunk of my Park Avenue; it wouldn't fit any way in the back seat; so we lowered the center rear console/armrest which revealed an opening right back into the trunk. Bingo. Let's see: if I bury the undamaged end about a foot into the ground, the very twisted other end should pass for a piece of modern sculpture. And with the windsock............
Whaddayabet, Scottsdale MOM will be pleased when she comes East for Thanksgiving?
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