Woody left Bob White field yesterday, bound for new adventures with his new owner.
I haven't counted up the number of landings, the hot dogs, the barbecue platters, ears of corn on the cob, and new friends made and I probably won't. Those things are only important to me and I carry the memories to be pulled out of the bag of reminiscences when I want to.
I scratched my open cockpit itch and now that I've had a taste of it, I may do it again. First, though, there's the CallAir Cadet restoration to finish. Malcolm is working away on it and milestones are being checked off
Since these pictures were taken, the first coat of silver is on the wings and tail surfaces. The project is really on its way.
In the end, though, it's about the flying!
