My Worlds Collide

My little CherOHkee has been home ten days. And it's been real nice weather. I finally got around to taking it flying today. The weather is supposed to be rainy for the next 5 days. Wife and I had been talking about going to Georgetown, Del. all week. So when we took off today I started heading for Georgetown. She asked where I was going as I climbed out to the east. I said "oops" and turned around to head for Cambridge. I have an excuse for this kind of thing. I am a geezer. I have two blogs. This blog is just about Gen Av. The other blog is all the rest of my absent minded ravings. The blogs sometimes collide. As when I talked about the Livingston Taylor concert we saw.....and he is a Gen AV. pilot. Or when I was at a fly-in and wound up singing a Karaoke song. My occasional rants about religion have now ironically collided with this blog. And brought my crazy writing life full circle. The Horn Point fly in is one of the big aviation events of the year for me. Just yesterday I was working at Horn Point as a volunteer maintaining the field. The Horn Point- fly in is coming May 21st. Two months from now. The end of the world is scheduled for that day as well! No kidding. There is an official "end of the world" predicted for that day. The believers are "Family Radio", led by bible scholar Harold Camping. Thousands of people believe they will be raised into the heavens to be with Jesus and God. On the day that I plan on flying the CherOHkee the 15 NM over to Horn Point to hang out, look at some antiques, see old friends and have a hamburger. Talk about having different plans for a Saturday! Of course I might get rained out with Horn Point. And the "Rapture" might not come that day. But it's a new ball game for me because now I have an amusing thing to talk about as Horn Point approaches. I like fly-ins and I like religious "ironies". Today wife and I had the $50 hamburger at CGE. The restaurant was crazy crowded. We joined a stranger when we finally got a table. He was a great guy. We both have a son out west. We both have Pipers. I mentioned the $50 hamburger cliche. He said his meal was an $80 hamburger. I told him he must be pretty rich with that beautiful, bodacious, Malibu parked outside. He said "I have a Malibu, I used to be rich".