[Blondie]

Boomer, as you can see I always called my husband "fly boy"--and it doesn't rhyme with alligator. I was only the passenger, and sometimes a reluctant one--I used to tease him that the engine in his plane couldn't run my lawn mower. Actually, I was nervous in the small planes that he few and loved. It's funny, I should come by love of flying honestly b/c my mother was a pilot. She flew blackout missions for the CAP in WWII. I guess I am not a risk taker-----oh wait---I ride a Harley. ;D
MD Blondie