Hey Dwight...........

Monday was the first day of our week's vacation. We were sitting in the back yard and heard a very strange, very deep WHOOMP sound. At first, I thought a large piece of construction equipment had fallen over. Then we saw the ball of grey smoke, the medivac chopper, and soon after that we had three television choppers hovering overhead.

The airstrip is only about a half mile away, just on the other side of the reservoir. (I should point out again that a small plane crash is always news, because it happens so infrequently.) A veteran pilot was apparently trying to land without having his gear down, bounced off the runway and ended up in a wooded area. Both on board were killed on impact.

Yes, it was a little closer than I'd like, but it didn't ruin my day nearly as badly as it ruined the pilot's.

Meanwhile, my new bicycle should arrive today. As soon as the weather got cooler (highs in the low 80s, lows in the low 60s), I got this urge to start peddling again. Picked up a new helmet at Wal.Mart and am waiting by the phone...

BFrog?

dwight