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As for the gentleman who wanted to know just what the hell this has to
do with home-built airplanes, the best answer is: virtually
EVERYTHING, since we can't build airplanes and go flying in them when
we are rotting in our graves. Nor when we are wringing our hands as
we moan and mutter..... 'I'm gonna die... I'm gonna die... I'm gonna
die...' because when you get right down to it, ALL of us are gonna
die! The important thing is how we handle the time leading up to that
event.

-R.S.Hoover

My wife had always been a white-knuckle flyer. Now that we both realize we
are going to die sooner or later, and what will most likely kill us, we have
shed lots of unnecessary fears. I sold my last airplane when our kids were
in college, but now we're looking for another one to see the country we
haven't seen yet. Could be a homebuilt, could be otherwise. I doubt I'll
take time to build another. How's that for on-topic?

Dale


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On Jan 2, 9:43 pm, "Dale Scroggins" wrote:


My wife is finishing up her last round of chemo and steroids, and gloats
as
she climbs into jeans smaller than she wore in high school.

I went through the routine three times over the last eleven years. Got to
the point that a belt was totally useless; suspenders (braces, for
subjects
of the Queen), overalls, or coveralls kept me decent. Anything was better
than the hospital gowns.

Now we both eat ice cream whenever we like, put whipping cream in our
coffee
and butter in everything else.

Dale