Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Wyatt-Elliot

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Jasper Robert Hernandez wishes to announce the engagement and upcoming marriage of his mother, Jessica Pearl Wyatt, to Joseph Paul Elliot.

http://www.holtonrecorder.net/society/

As you can see, I took a snipet from the Holton Recorder. My small town Ks choice of the day.

I didn’t do it for the perhaps obvious reason of introducing someone to  you that I know – I don’t have a clue as to who they are, other than what the snipet tells me. I chose it because the son announces the engagement of his mother.

I’m sad that way.

And for another reason.

Remember my telling you about that flight instructor that could wiggle his ears? Um.

We were coming back from Denver late one summer evening. The sun was low behind our right wing, the air was calm, I was half asleep watching the deep greens and pale greens slowly trade patterns among the streaks of black and grey roads. I was on course, I knew I was on course, soon to set down and hanger the bird and shower. Joy.

When this flight instructor asked me: “What’s our ETA to Holton?”

“Man,” I respond, “we’re almost home, you’re not my instructor, who cares.”

“What if your engine quits.” he asks.

Which was magical, because about that time the engine quit.

Allow me to say I was suddenly wide awake, no sleepy what’s so ever. I started the engine out routine and that SOB in the right seat (who by the way, being a licensed Instructor was logging Pilot In Command time doing nothing by sitting there) reached down and turned the fuel back on. I got the engine started and he says: “Start a left turn.”

I did, and a small town appeared under the down wing. The engine had stopped almost over the town.

“That’s Holton,” he said, “a known point for a position report in the event of an emergency.”

I did manage a well practiced landing at home port, and, yeah, I made it a habit to know where I was in relation to my flight path from that point on. Well, there were exceptions while flying in Alaska, most of the flight station personnel one could contact didn’t know the place names like “The Ice Dome North and East of Eek”.

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From the reaches,

Ten  Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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