Well, the Doc has just signed me off as being fit to fly - apart from the bouts of insanity brought on by not flying for the last year or more. Now that there is a stretch in the days - the solar garden lights are glowing blue well into the night- I'm going to start my flight training again. This year will be the year I fly Us away somewhere.
The Doc had pictures up around the office of Little Doc in the left hand seat of his Cessna 401. Start 'em young! New baby means a change in priorities though, so the plane is going.
