Bless your heart Jim.

The picture shows Tigger looking West.
Jim Pyle has gone West. Jim has been a big part in my recent life. I met Jim at when we flew out together to the Oshkosh EAA airshow supreme. Jim and I stayed at the same house so every night I would tell him of my adventure of the day and he would comment and advise. Jim pointed me toward the Sonex which I later built, flew and crashed I owe a lot to Jim's unlimited advice and guidance. Bless your heart Jim.
Last night as a tribute to Jim it rained all night. The cats stayed inside and Tigger discovered that the bed inside is more comfortable than sleeping outside in the rain. The response of my body to the Parkinson's continues to fascinate me. Primarily it affects my right arm and hand. One result is that when I type the letters u,i,o,p,and l and randomly others frequently get skipped. That's due to the weakness or independence of my left pinkie. It turns out script that even the spell check doesn't help much. But that challenge is better than the alternative.
Alternatives are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick