Remember last week when Len and I drove to Wisconsin? During our adventure, we stopped at every little airport along the way. As a small aircraft pilot, I swear that man can detect a windsock within a 50-mile radius!
At Dacy Airport in Harvard, Illinois we parked next to the grass runway (yes grass, not blacktop or cement) and watched a biplane practice touch-and-goes. It was pretty darned cool! Especially since he was taking off directly into a very strong wind.
While appreciating the pilot’s skill and finesse, we were listening to Rod Stewart’s “Great American Songbook” collection when all of a sudden he sang, “Fly Me to the Moon.” Quite apropos for the moment!
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
If you could blink yourself to any geographic location on this planet, where would you go?
“Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
— Laurie Buchanan
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