Glad I checked in to hear the postponement news, even if it meant a delay rather than "It all went well." We will extend the good thoughts.
Had meant to compliment 33Lima on his flight reports here, but seeing his posted picture of his old neighborhood during the war years gave me pause. Somehow. normal I suppose, it reminded me of similar situations and the memories it triggers.
You can almost see your aunts and your younger self playing with your cousins around the chunks of cement and metallic debris ignoring the smell of dirt and destruction around you because, really, there is nothing you can do about it.
Thankfully, no one was bombing us. But one remembers: No grass, just dirt, and be careful of strange dogs.
Yet we enjoy so much re-living the smells of hot engines, the coolness of the oxygen, the weight of the helmet, the landscape which suddenly looks strange; something has changed and awakens that feeling that pricks up the hairs in the back and you tell yourself to do it by the book tonight because you don't know where dawn will find you.
But that thought just leaves you as you remember that right now the checklist is queen and demands your attention so you can be bored and enjoy that cup of coffee or that beer in the morning.
So now you can enjoy shoving that stick a bit and hope to grease a couple of tons of machine onto a virtual runway; - real joysticks and yokes left way back in years now.
Yeah, you know you should look into getting a set of rudders soon. But Costco has those water filters you need to order first.
So thanks, 33Lima for taking me along on your journey. Enjoyed the trip and left a comment on your latest rather than here. I don't know who left the moist spot on the back of my chair.
