Puttin' a Posse together!
Dad called me today to tell me that he was out at the field today flying his Senorita. Then, he said, "I goofed". Goofed, I guess, is his generation's term for loosing his plane in the woods on the far side of our field. We're going out tomorrow to see if we can find it and may have to go back on Sunday. I'm not sure yet. He was doing really good solo-ing but it just got away from him. It'll probably just be me and him in the sticks (unless anyone cares to join in). If you're bored tomorrow, we'll meet at the windsock at 8 o clock.
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