Jay Honeck wrote:
I may not be rich, but I wouldn't trade owning a plane for a king's
ransom...

Oh, you're rich by about anyone's definition.

In all ways except money...

Bull. You're bringing in enough to provide for the care and feeding of a wife,
two kids, a hangared Pathfinder, five cars, a Gold Wing, a house, and a hotel.
And you talk about buying a place with enough land for your own airport.

George Patterson
Drink is the curse of the land. It makes you quarrel with your neighbor.
It makes you shoot at your landlord. And it makes you miss him.