Mikey
Active Member
It?s been a quiet week here in the Hose/Dye hangar in southeast Texas?.Last Monday, Paul and Louise threw covers over the Val and me, locked the doors, turned out the lights, and left muttering things about a hurricane, Minnesota, and ?that danged Honda Civic?. Being older than the Valkyrie and a computer savvy teenager, I managed to get the internet connection working in the hangar apartment, and we saw that Hurricane Gustav appeared to be heading towards our neighbors to the east. I understood that it was originally threatening us, which is why we were covered up ? hacking into the email, I found that we?d had reservations with the guys up north if we?d had to evacuate, but Paul decided there was no reason for us to go.
It gets lonely in a hangar with nothing but a Norse demi-god for company (the Val takes her ancestral roots seriously, so I humor her?), and while the days came and went, we got more and more frustrated by our lack of exercise. Frankly, we were worried. Louise has been using me to commute to work every day, and the Val rarely sits more than a single day without at least a short acrobatic flight ? yet here we sat with blinders on for seven days! We listened for bad weather, and none came. It?s enough to make you feel unwanted, you know, with our tires getting flat-spotted, and the eight-day clock spinning down and finally stopping. Were we to become like that old raggedy Cessna sitting outside across the runway with flat tires and birds nesting inside removed access covers? Two days ago, I admit, I was pretty depressed and maybe a little frightened!
This morning, however, I heard a car outside on the driveway while it was still dark out. A few hours later, the door opened, and an obviously tired and confused Paul opened the hangar door and peered under our covers, muttering again about ?danged Honda?s, his aching back, and 20 hours on the road??. I am guessing that he wishes that they could have flown! Once he had wandered back out, I logged back in to the hangar computer and hacked into Paul?s study machine, where I discovered the reason or their absence ? a week-long trip to Minnesota. And since Paul doesn?t seem to have posted anything here about it, I guess it is up to us airplanes to spill the beans. So here goes!
Mikey (RV-6) and the Valkyrie (RV-8), along with Bear (intrepid Aviator / Guardian of Louise) and Karst the Wonder Dog (who accompanied them on the trip) wish to announce that at 1630 hours on 6 September 2008, Louise D. Hose and Paul F. Dye were united in Marriage at the little country church on the hill near Verndale, Minnesota. The weather was reported as Winds light and variable, with scattered clouds at 4,000?, visibilities unlimited, with moderate temperatures. No airplanes were present at the ceremony, but the rings were presented in a regulation leather aviation helmet and goggles, lined with a silk scarf. Only immediate family members were present, but a spy bird in the balcony captured this photo:
It gets lonely in a hangar with nothing but a Norse demi-god for company (the Val takes her ancestral roots seriously, so I humor her?), and while the days came and went, we got more and more frustrated by our lack of exercise. Frankly, we were worried. Louise has been using me to commute to work every day, and the Val rarely sits more than a single day without at least a short acrobatic flight ? yet here we sat with blinders on for seven days! We listened for bad weather, and none came. It?s enough to make you feel unwanted, you know, with our tires getting flat-spotted, and the eight-day clock spinning down and finally stopping. Were we to become like that old raggedy Cessna sitting outside across the runway with flat tires and birds nesting inside removed access covers? Two days ago, I admit, I was pretty depressed and maybe a little frightened!
This morning, however, I heard a car outside on the driveway while it was still dark out. A few hours later, the door opened, and an obviously tired and confused Paul opened the hangar door and peered under our covers, muttering again about ?danged Honda?s, his aching back, and 20 hours on the road??. I am guessing that he wishes that they could have flown! Once he had wandered back out, I logged back in to the hangar computer and hacked into Paul?s study machine, where I discovered the reason or their absence ? a week-long trip to Minnesota. And since Paul doesn?t seem to have posted anything here about it, I guess it is up to us airplanes to spill the beans. So here goes!
Mikey (RV-6) and the Valkyrie (RV-8), along with Bear (intrepid Aviator / Guardian of Louise) and Karst the Wonder Dog (who accompanied them on the trip) wish to announce that at 1630 hours on 6 September 2008, Louise D. Hose and Paul F. Dye were united in Marriage at the little country church on the hill near Verndale, Minnesota. The weather was reported as Winds light and variable, with scattered clouds at 4,000?, visibilities unlimited, with moderate temperatures. No airplanes were present at the ceremony, but the rings were presented in a regulation leather aviation helmet and goggles, lined with a silk scarf. Only immediate family members were present, but a spy bird in the balcony captured this photo:
Got one myself...)
