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    What lovely writing and description to start my day. Thank you Williamsmith!

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    Quote Originally Posted by nswef View Post
    What lovely writing and description to start my day. Thank you Williamsmith!
    My writing is horribly rudimentary. I am often embarrassed by its plain speak. The only thing I insist on being is authentic. It is simply a stream of conscious thought without any attempt to be pretentious or flamboyant. I'm glad a few people can relate to it and consider it a great privilege to be able to share impressions with others. But if no one read it.....I would still think it worthwhile.

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    A wonderful perspective on getting a new perspective...
    If Americans expended even a fraction of the energy on civic engagement that we spend on consumer ideology, our democracy would be much healthier. Can you imagine people camping out to vote? -- Charles Roberts, Amherst, Mass., Nov. 25, 2006

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    WS: you would have to be crazy to be embarrassed by your writing) It is awesome!

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    My only contribution to reversing climate change is a solar birdbath that sits on my patio. A certain song sparrow has adopted it has his combination water hole and afternoon spa. I keep the fountain running and full of water and in exchange he sings me a few tunes daily before he leaves.

    Ninety percent of the community residents leave before the weather gets ugly. Another five percent vacate after the leaves turn in the fall. I stay. I don't have a place in the Villages in Florida, out in Vegas or Arizona or along the Outer Banks or Hilton Head. I'm okay with it because I don't have expensive tastes. I still put venison in the freezer just before Christmas. As a State Trooper I never made anywhere near three figures and when I first started I barely made two. There was no extra at the end of the month to save for a winter haven property.

    Dont get me wrong. I'd like to own one of those $120,000 RV's like the neighbor or a BMW but I am perfectly happy with my little Toyota Tacoma. Still, I'll watch HGTV with the wife and dream about owning a bungalow on an island in the Caribbean.

    Since I'm one of the only full time residents and since everybody knows what I used to do....I get to babysit some of the condos while their owners are gone. I make enough to pay for my golfing during the summer. One of the guys just came by driving one of those golf carts you commonly see in Florida. He stopped long enough to suggest to me that I ought to take up golf instead of sitting on my porch. I told him I played last night. He couldn't help it and asked, "How'd you do?" I told him I shot a 41. I guess that was better than he is used to shooting because he drove off without a word....pedal to the metal. I wanted to tell him that his golf cart looked about as stupid as a four wheeler with a plow would look in Florida.

    Well, it's the first of the month and HOA fees are due. I've been asked not to write checks out anymore. They prefer electronic transfers. Time to walk to the mailboxes and drop #1599 in the slot. I can't help but stir the pot.

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    Our little community sits smack dab on the downwind flight pattern of our small county airport. This is a fact that does not go unnoticed to the residents but for different reasons. Some think it is a small inconvenience of the noise pollution kind, others worry one of them might fall out of the sky and go kaboom in their living room, but at least one....me.....looks skyward and appreciates the miracle of flight.

    I have always had infatuation with flying things. My parents used to take me to the county airport when I was a kid and we would watch the airplanes taking off and landing. That is what used to pass for entertainment before the internet and gaming. Once I went to the Pittsburgh International Airport and watched with awe at the large passenger airplanes coming and going.

    My dad must have had the same feelings and passed them onto me. I have a black and white photo of him on Saipan during WW2. He is in his service attire, with his right foot up and resting on the bumper of a Jeep but the background is an Air Force bomber. Later after he returned home, married and had us kids, he would come home from the mill, have dinner and go into the basement where he worked on his balsa wood airplanes. It was amazing how intricate these models were and with nothing but wood, glue, dope and paper...he would create a WW1 bi plane.

    That inspiration was planted like a seed. I had a high school friend who loved to built plastic fighter jet models. We fed each other's interest and both of us agreed we would go into the Air Force and fly. At sixteen my mother came to me and said she had saved $3000 for me to do something important with. I was knocked off my feet. That was a lot of money. I never have asked where she got it at.

    I decided to take flying lessons. My dream was coming true. My friend could not afford it and I felt a tinge of guilt about that. The same county airport I used to watch airplanes take off and land was the venue for my lessons. On my 17 th birthday I climbed into a Piper single engine fixed wing with an FAA flight instructor and took my test for certification. I was as nervous as one could be without throwing up......but I did well.

    My friend did join the Air Force and learned to fly. He was piloting a T-38 in a training formation when something went horribly wrong. Sadly, he lost his life. He was only in his mid twenties.

    When I am flying these days I often think about my friend, model airplanes, my dad and that wad of cash my mom suddenly came up with. I think about how people make dreams take flight.

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    Wow, William Smith. Beautiful story.

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