StellaStar
April 16th 04, 06:10 AM
It's time again to tell Highflyer we're coming and make the annual descent upon
the flatland of southern Illinois.
I'm going, of course. The opportunity to stand around in a hangar with a crowd
of certified geniuses who dress like hoboes (attack of the bright shirts!),
drink beer, laugh a lot and tell stories all night cannot compete with other
obligations, which means in my case I'll miss my own graduation ceremony.
Details available on request, but you must inquire in person.
If you'd sampled the tenderloin and lasagna at last year's cookout, you'd be
packing right now.
We know the weather won't keep away Michael and Tina, nor Gary and April, nor
the beloved Lucy with her pilots Sydney and Rod. Nauga is under orders to fly
24/7 till he gets the time in to bring his new RV-4, and with luck the Red Lady
won't sit in the rain so we can get rides in Highflyer's little spamcan :-)
I hope to find another 2-handled kite or two for the amusement of the
nonpiloting, and rather hope some folks will bring musical instruments, as I
yearn for the fabled RAH-15 gatherings of yore with their legendary attendance
and spontaneous performance events.
After all, to quote the venerable Dr Quincy Kevorkian from a post of
questionable scientific veracity some years ago, "Actual mating requires that
the adult and adolescent ilk fly to the great mating ground in the nest of the
Great Midwestern Ilk in Pinckneyville IL the weekend before the American
Holiday Memorial Day."
You may get a waiver to decline the actual mating, but the gathering is not to
be missed!
the flatland of southern Illinois.
I'm going, of course. The opportunity to stand around in a hangar with a crowd
of certified geniuses who dress like hoboes (attack of the bright shirts!),
drink beer, laugh a lot and tell stories all night cannot compete with other
obligations, which means in my case I'll miss my own graduation ceremony.
Details available on request, but you must inquire in person.
If you'd sampled the tenderloin and lasagna at last year's cookout, you'd be
packing right now.
We know the weather won't keep away Michael and Tina, nor Gary and April, nor
the beloved Lucy with her pilots Sydney and Rod. Nauga is under orders to fly
24/7 till he gets the time in to bring his new RV-4, and with luck the Red Lady
won't sit in the rain so we can get rides in Highflyer's little spamcan :-)
I hope to find another 2-handled kite or two for the amusement of the
nonpiloting, and rather hope some folks will bring musical instruments, as I
yearn for the fabled RAH-15 gatherings of yore with their legendary attendance
and spontaneous performance events.
After all, to quote the venerable Dr Quincy Kevorkian from a post of
questionable scientific veracity some years ago, "Actual mating requires that
the adult and adolescent ilk fly to the great mating ground in the nest of the
Great Midwestern Ilk in Pinckneyville IL the weekend before the American
Holiday Memorial Day."
You may get a waiver to decline the actual mating, but the gathering is not to
be missed!