So I run over to the hangar yesterday to pick up some stuff for the
hotel, and I hear an airplane go over. I look up to see "The Mighty
150" struggling to climb in the thick, humid summer air. I smile, and
then freeze, as I snatch a glance at my watch.

That's my boy up there, on his fifth lesson. The kid I taught to bait
a hook and ride a bike is hovering nearly motionless in the heat,
struggling to climb as he works to master the vagaries of a crosswind
landing.

I shiver, and move on. Damn, time flies.
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"