1346
hours. I am sitting in front of Best Buy waiting for Paul. Everyone else is at
the condo where the boys are taking naps. Dinner, earlier at Conch Republic and
earlier we were in the sun at the pool for more than an hour of swim and play
time. This is before the sea fog and clouds began rolling in.
The reason for the stop at Best Buy is
because Owen dropped Paul's new iPad onto the tile floor in the kitchen while
trying to take it off the counter top. The physics caused the screen to crack
but the apparatus still functions. Thus, after the fact, Paul is buying a protective sheath in
case of further droppage and will wait until they are home to have the screen
replaced. We can work on Pouch - 7 when plausible.
1435 hours. Sitting on the balcony with high sea fog interrupting
the sun. Much rougher seas today after last night's storms that roared through
here. Seventy mile per hour winds and a tornado that dropped down in the bay
west of McDill AFB (check it out in Wikipedia), not too far from Linda and
Bill's and Jen's houses. At Otterbein I was in Air Force ROTC for my first two
years. One of the most fun events was going to Wright-Patterson AFB in Dayton.
In those days it was said there were more generals at Wright-Pat than in the
Pentagon. Could have been. During the first Gulf War there were a lot of
operations at McDill and it was fun to watch the many types of planes flying in
and out. Wikipedia shows McDill still to be a major U.S. base. Very cool. I get
revved up when I read about their operations today. No one would take me but I
volunteered for U.S. Air Force duty three times in my life in pre-college and college
days. I was draft classified 1-Y, alas (unhealthy high blood pressure). I find
it strange but I still have a slight sense of self regard in being a part of
the operations even if it was just those first two years of ROTC.
As a kid you used to like to go to Port
Columbus and watch the planes, plus, like your friend Doug Goss, you had a
small airport near the corner of Cleveland Avenue and Morse Road within two
miles of both of your homes growing up. Plus your father worked on jet 'engine'
metallurgy. Your 'heroes' of World War II, the ones you wrote your first ever
research paper about during your senior year in high school was on the RAF and
the Battle of Britain. Flying is in your blood, boy, even if it is mostly
imaginary. One of your best flying adventures was in a lumbering and fully
packed old DC-3 between the Andes Mountains from Cuzco to Lima, Peru in
1971. You landed on a 'field runway' in the South American jungle in a eight to
ten passenger turbo-prop and you almost ran out of fuel (at 35,000 feet) over
the Amazon basin and river as well as another time watching grass field personnel
load fuel on another small jungle bound turbo-prop via what appeared to be used
twenty liter paint cans with an old tee shirt used as a filter (draped over) a
large metal funnel before the fuel fell from gravity into the tanks. Little
stuff, but cool to you personally. A touch of blue sky to the north while sea
fog is coming in from the southwest; as well as good roar of the stirred up
waves crashing on the beach. Enjoy. Later, dude. - Amorella
It
is hard to think of these things all at once, Amorella. Obviously I have had
more experiences flying that some and you make it sound more adventurous than the
joy and fun it actually was.
2000 hours. Brennan is asleep, Owen has
slowed down. I am ready to begin Pouch-7 but the last chapter episode had them
all leaving Burke Lakefront Terminal in the evening. We are still in January.
Pyl does not want to sell the plane and it appears that Friendly really doesn't
need to buy it. I would think that Yermey needs to make an appearance, I assume
he wants to see Pyl in person as he is curious as to his attraction to this
earth woman he has never met. Pyl thinks of Friendly as a mystery but what
difference does it make if she never sees her and her 'sister' again. There is
a problem with a minute in terms of the cockpit clock and their watches. That's
about all I can remember without looking it up.
Kim, Paul, Owen and you had an ice cream
treat from The Candy Store (since 1950) on Gulf Boulevard. Ham and cheese
sandwiches for supper. You found Owen to be quite good and consistent at
kicking a ball straight where he aims it. You assume that potentially he will
be a good soccer player and Tae Kwan Do student. He, a boy not quite three has
you quite impressed with his strength and consistent accuracy. - Amorella
I am surprised on my peaking interest in his future athletic
abilities. Mostly it is first about his early ability to focus directly on
whatever he is doing intently. The skill is abundant on both sides of his
family. More power to him in whatever he will do in life. I can hear him
playing a computer game and he has 180 points, he keeps saying, "Score.
Score." -- I checked. Everyone else is watching. He is playing Skee
Ball on the iPad.(His finger movement directs the ball to the target cups
for points.) It reminds me of Tiddlywinks. How awesome is this. Good for Owen.
Post, orndorff and get in there and enjoy
the scene. - Amorella
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