Just Enough

Posted on June 2nd, 2005 by

The ground below hosted a thousand shades of green, and the previous day’s rain had washed away Atlanta’s yellow peril from the sky, leaving the air fresh and clear. The day was a welcome gift and I chose to ignore... Continue Reading →

Camping under the wing

Posted on April 7th, 2005 by

Winter’s end found me suffering from a very Victorian condition — a maudlin mood. Had I lived in that grand age, my condition would have been more grandiose, more pronounced, more eloquent, with tomes of Edgar Allen Poe and pots... Continue Reading →

Voodoo Magic

Posted on March 3rd, 2005 by

We were a flight of three as we departed JZP and headed to the southeast. The day was clear, with wispy cirrus clouds gracefully painting a winter blue sky. Hotlanta was a schemer’s promise shining to our south and Stone... Continue Reading →

The mission

Posted on February 3rd, 2005 by

One of the nice things about being a grandmother and a pilot is that I can say what I want in print without being unduly flamed. Southern gentlemen have a hard time chastising their mothers and grandmothers, so I plan... Continue Reading →

Our flying family

Posted on January 6th, 2005 by

Since Keely has become a permanent part of our family, our flying habits have changed. Where our cross countries used to be literally across the country, they are now limited to forays into neighboring states. Even those are limited to... Continue Reading →