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Red

It rolls in swirling, mounding, falling.  The view through the window into the retardant tank in the cockpit is interesting.   Reminiscent of the desert sand, it rolls up into hills, then falls away into valleys.

 

The color red is a constant companion in my life… Continue reading


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Flexible….

A “wind event” was forecast.  Wind beyond 30 knots grounds the SEATs.  Wind that’s really high runs a risk of damage.  Wind that is strong makes fires race.

 

For those reasons, and possibly others…the “powers-that-be” declared that our pair of SEATs be moved 150 nm northwest.  Off we went, with predictions of return that evening, or at the latest the next morning….. Continue reading


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My Mobile Home

I realized today, that it’s been almost 4 months on the road this “summer”.  I was going along in my mobile home…..baggage door

 

As we were moved to another location.  I was happy.  Not exactly delirious, but sincerely, truly happy.  I laughed as I realized I was “at home”.  The 802 was humming along (as 802s do), the air was smooth…(lots of times it isn’t), the scenery was beautiful, and I was in formation with one of my favorite people with which to fly formation….. Continue reading


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The Ultimate Team Sport

Decades have elapsed since “the old guys” taught me to fly formation.  To me, they were the eyes of age, although I’m sure that present-day me is much older than they were then.  I had emerged from medical school, paid down some debt, and as I had been since childhood was smitten with aviation.

Voracious reading had always been my habit.  Continue reading


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Cute Little Kids….!

He smiled at me.  Had that award-winning grin.  Fate had given him a charm intended to propel him through life at warp speed, with doors opening, opportunities materializing, women swooning, and things in general going his way.  He really was cute, all  “6 years old of him.”

 

I’ve had a run of cute little kids lately.  I thought I had gotten over my addiction to pediatric anesthesiology, but it has started to become evident that I haven’t.

 

 

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