Rained out

I don't have an article in mind to present to you, my few and faithful readers. It's been so long since I've posted to you. Writers block? Blogger's block. I think laziness is a key factor here. Actually, for a retired guy, Ive been pretty busy. I have a big backlog on my "to do" list. It kind of stresses me in a way. I think rather than working harder, perhaps I can just shorten the "to do" list by crossing a few things off. Today, Saturday was to be the Crisfield fly in. A nice Eastern Shore Crab feast. This is so right up my alley. 40nm south of me. Small. Down home. I didn't have it on my calender at all. But a week or two ago my friend Ted e-mailed me about it and said he would be going weather permitting. Ted is a great guy. He really got started in flying just a few years ago. He lives in range of his local airport and just kept seeing the planes drifting around. So he kind of finds himself out at the airport. He hears himself scheduling a lesson. You, my friends, know the rest. After he has his license (wait pilots don't get licenses, they get certificates), after he has his license, he rents the planes there and takes some rides and some little trips. He realizes he wants to go when he wants to go. And he want to come back when he wants to come back. You see where he's going next. The airplane he bought is quite nice. A very clean Cardinal, low time, cream puff. He tweaked the avionics. That wasn't enough. He had a brand new paint job put on her. I know he's very conscientious. And has managed and set up his aircraft the way he wants. With an eye for safety and eliminating unknowns that looks professional. Someday I'll get a ride in that Cardinal and I'll give Ted some "dual" so I can log it along with him! One more thing about Ted. His local airport is in the Washington ADIZ/SFRA. From day one he's filed an IFR style flight plan for every flight. In and out. He's known it no other way. Anyway, back to Crisfield. So Ted is going. So I decide to go. I want to see Ted and he will have his lovely friend Roxie with him. Otherwise known as "the blonde". I shall write a post or two about her someday. If the statute of limitations has passed on our adventures! So I get on the e mail and two other friends like the Crisfield idea. It is very appealing in it's smallness. Maybe I'm just a grumpy old man, but I'm tired of Oshkosh and Lakeland. And my mind is working at 90 knots. Not Southwest or Northwest. Clark wants to go and has lined up one of the school's planes and his girlfriend, and gotten the day off. Also Steve. He was set up to come down from Fredneck er Fredrock er Frederick. So I guess we had a fly-out of four planes set to go to this little Crab fly-in. Alas we woke this morning, and it was raining on the Western Shore and headed this way. We scrubbed the deal. I must not have writers block if I can do a whole post about a fly-in that didn't happen. This month of June it has rained every day here except June 1. My strip is a little soft but still doing fairly well. I just want a dry- out for my little fly- in on July 25th. The record for planes on the ground in my back yard is six. I expect to beat that. And we're celebrating benchmark birthdays. My son- 21. Myself- 60.