One Down

Originally I was supposed to meet a guy at 10:30 am, who was flying in from Ohio, in his Cub, to get my signature in his logbook from the T-6.  Just as I was getting ready to head to the airport, he messaged me that the weather was bad over there, and he'd had to turn around and go back home.  So instead, Chuck, Nathan, Steve and I went out to eat brunch.  Chuck voted for Choo Choo Magoos in town, so I said sure.  When Steve found out, he told me why we've never eaten there before. I had forgotten this was that place.  But basically the owner of that restaurant got the restaurant by stealing it from the previous owner. He was a person in a position of authority over businesses who used that authority to take over a restaurant by lies and manipulation and then put a couple of other restaurants in competition with him out of business.  He was demoted, benched, caught, but somehow he's still able to own the restaurant.  Unfortunately the food was really good, some of the best bacon I've had, it's nice inside, and it's a very nice place.  But we're not going to further support a business owner who is as crooked and skeezy as it gets and has stolen the livelihood of a lot of people.  He should have gone to jail.  But it was really good food.  I wish he'd sell it to someone else so I could go enjoy it.  ;)  

We left there and went to the airport, where I had an IFR cross country to Crawfordsville with a student.  It went pretty well, was really nice weather for it, and two hours later, it was mission accomplished, and he's all done with his cross countries towards the Instrument Rating.

When we went to go home, I had locked the keys in the car.  I don't actually know how it happened, because I never lock the car out there. Ever. So obviously the switch got hit on accident.  We had to take our courtesy car home, and tomorrow we'll have to go back out and fetch it.  And my purse, which is locked into it, but at least it's locked in it and there's nothing in there but $60 and my credit cards.  And a pen. And chapstick.  In other words, nothing too bad.  

Steve had the guys over tonight. He's switching from Fridays to Saturdays for a few reasons, so they went to the deck, and I left the TV off and started working on the article for Warbird Digest magazine on BOB, the C-45.  I had been thinking about an angle, and was able to come in with it, and when I sat down and pounded it out, it came out to 850 words.  It was supposed to be at, to a max of, 800 words.  So it took me longer to rework it and figure out what to leave out, than it did for me to write it in the first place.  I like it when something just flows.  I arranged it, changed some wording, eliminated something that was a bit of a duplicate/repeat, and got it down to 781 words.  Perfect.  I read it to the guys on the deck, they thought it sounded good, and I held my breath and sent it off to the editor.  About 15 minutes later he shot back a "Perfect!  Thank you!" (whew) and then said he wanted some photos of me to use with it.  Yikes.  I'll get back to him on that, maybe tomorrow.  I'm done for tonight, and it's going to take some time going through a ton of photos again.  I have them all well organized by date, but I don't know the dates, even the YEARS sometimes, of when things happened. I need to be able to search my photos and say "I need all photos of me in the Twin Beech" or "Show me those photos I took of the ice covering the C-340 that one time I thought I was gonna die" or "I need all the photos of me and Kaylee together in an airplane".  You have no idea how much time I've spent searching for some things like that.  lol 

So the article for the C-45, other than hunting through my photos again, is out of my hands and off my plate, and I THINK I did okay with it.  We'll find out I guess.  :o