Sorry 'bout that.

Oh boy! I just realized that I didn't post yesterday. I totally forgot. Sorry 'bout that. I got tied up (figuratively) getting ready for the EAA Chapter One meeting at noon. I gave the Peitenpol rib jig back to Jim Pyle. It's become obvious I'll not get around to it. So in fairness... Besides my personal hygiene, which seems to take forever sometimes, there were a lot of details of which to take care. So ends that phase.
Next week at Historic Flabob Airport will be a gathering of Peitenpols. I'll drive out to to see Scott Leefield, Peitenpol pilot, who, you may remember introduced Deb to the LA Fire Department who then helped me up to the top floor of Deb & Rick's house for my recuperation. Thanks Lee, thanks Deb with thankful gratitude to the LA Fire Department.
Today's walk was accompanied by the baritone voice of U. Utah Philips, The Golden Voice of the Great Southwest. U. recently died but his music lives on. An inspiration politically and musically his music painted pictures as easily as does Kristofferson. One of the other songs today was Freight Train by Taj Mahal. In his introduction he tells of freight trains running past the door of Lizabeth Cotton who wrote Freight Train using an old guitar. Taj Mahal jazzed it up with electric guitar and saxophone. Even so the song transcended the noise.
Listening to U. Utah Philips ,The Golden Voice of the Great Southwest answers the question of whether we are all on the flight together... or not.

Dick