Lately, I've been haunted by the Ghost of Springtime Past. Ever have that happen where you are flooded with memories with what you were doing the year before?
Well, three years ago, I dropped by the local airport to ask if I could take pictures of their airplanes to paint and draw from. They opened up the hangers for me and let me take pictures to my heart's content. Then they mentioned their old Beech aircraft, and had us (Lindsay was with me) leave our numbers for when they took it up the next time. They said they'd give us a call and let us come along. Oh Yeah!!! Not too long after that we did get a call and invite to go flying. I was very excited about flying in the old funky, antique airplane. After we got there, we learned that we'd only be flying in the Cessna. I was bitterly disappointed! Lindsay told me I was a brat, and then we cheerfully loaded up in the Cessna. Since I was a seasoned Cessna flier (2 previous flights) I let Lindsay ride in the front. (Who's the brat now!? ;) Airport Alan flew over both of our homes and all around the county - it was a good time. But it was no Beech.