Saturday, February 24, 2007

Holding 70: Kissing The Dream

*****NOTE: Had to repost every single picture, but it's worth having them back. There are two still missing that I will repost tonight. 022607/1702 hours PST

Okay, well....I had four YouTube videos to post for today, but for some reason they either didn't make it to upload land, or it just takes a long time until they can be viewed. In the mean, I'm posting some stills (without crosby, nash or young----you're welcome, Candace).

Danks Gott there was a break in the weather to permit a flight over to Corvallis yesterday. Lots of broken overcast, and some new snow to see along the way.

By car, the trip is 42 statute miles from my house to beautiful downtown Oregon State Beaver Land. The average speed over ground, in a motor vehicle, is about 42 statute mph. It almost always takes exactly one statute hour to get there.

----versus----

A 17 minute trip to the local airport, a 15 minute preflight and warmup time, and then another 17 minutes in the air to make the hike over the coast range. Not mention the fact that I then have to go to the FBO (Tell 'em what that is, Candace) and get the keys to the courtesy car. Yes, that's right. They have a car that you can just borrow. It don't cost nothin'. (Sorry to make your ears bleed, Logo.) I always put gas in the tank prior to returning it, along with three smoothies for the very appreciative office staff (No, Egan, I don't put the smoothies in the gas tank. Pay attention! I give them to the appreciative staff). Uncle Gawpo strikes again (Yeah, Egan, I can remember to do some things without having to go back there an hour later because I forgot something. Story of my life, though. As you know all too well).

So it's not like I save a bunch of time, but what I do save in not having to drive some incredibly windy road, deal with loaded log trucks spitttin' out mud like they get paid extra just to do that, and all the other "challenged" drivers out there, it more than makes up for it to fly. The view of other people's bumpers just doesn't compare to the scenery along the route from the air. Not to mention the sheer thrill of seeing 157 mph over ground on the GPS. Due to a headwind, I only got about 135 mph coming back. So sad. Do I need to call the WHAAAMBULANCE? Do ya feel my pain here, people?

So until I can get the videos up and running, here are some photos sponsored by my Verizon Razr and the HP Photosmart 707R......

I just love pitchers!


This is a bend in the Yaquina River, just after departure. That's where I'll be trolling for Chinook in September/October.















I love what shutter speeds do to the appearance of a spinning propeller.....




















KCVO---Corvallis Municipal Airport

At this very moment, I was talking to Logophile on the cell phone. Cell reception is really good from an airplane up to about 3,000 ft. Then it's spotty, but still possible. You might think that a phone conversation would be distracting. And it would be if I weren't explaining in minute detail what I was doing in the process, which is what I would be doing anyway----yes out loud to myself with my big person voice----all the way to the ground. I announce to myself every step of the pre-landing checklist. She heard me say, pull off power to 1500, apply carbeurator heat, fuel seclector switch set on "both," pitch nose up to bleed off airspeed, at 100 mph add 20 degrees flaps, hold 70 mph, hold 70 miles per hour, rate of descent 500 feet, hold 70, hold 70, hold 'er off, hold 'er off, hold 'er off, hold 'er-----squeak. Too much below 70 mph in my particular make and model and the wings would stall. With the flaps on, the stall speed is well below 70, but that is the magic place. Learning how to hold 70 and make it all come together to land smoothly is an art.





















After conducting business, I hop in the courtesy car, pour three smoothies into the gas tank, and head for lunch. I grab a nice, hot bowl of Pho. Here's the Pho (Fuh). You toss the small mountain of humongus bean sprouts in, break up the basil leaves and toss them in, then grab a chunk of meat with the sticks, swirl it in the "Cock Sauce" (big rooster on bottle) and Hoisin Sauce over there on the little dish, and bring it back to the spoon, preloaded with soup, and slurp it all up.

















Mary's Peak is the highest hill in the Oregon coast range, weighing in (?) at about 4,150 feet. Wish I could have seen the summit yesterday. It is bald and quite striking in snow. Of course, if I struck it, I would also be in the snow...... That would be bad. Locals say that you should not plant your garden until all the snow is melted off the top of Mary's Peak. My lesbian friend, M.B., calls it Mary's Climax.















Here's one for just the heck of it...















Beginning with the instrument with the blue in it, go counter clockwise: Attitude Indicator (sometimes called an artificial horizon), Direction Indicator (or DG, or Directional Gyro), Airspeed Indicator, Altimeter, Turn And Bank Coordinator, and Vertical Speed Indicator. These are referred to as "the basic six." If for some reason I lost all references to horizon and ground, I could navigate solely by reading these instruments. If J.F.K., Jr. had had sufficient training, he could have survived. There is an 80% probability that a pilot without an instrument rating will get dead if he or she flies into instrument meterological conditions. That's what you call your IMC. Your IMC will get you dead far quicker than engine failure, even quicker than catastrophic engine failure when you can still see where you are going to set the airplane down. That's what you call your VMC. Your visual meterological conditions. The number one cause of engine failure is fuel starvation. The other way to put that is called "running out of gas." Kennedy didn't run out of gas. He ran out of reference to the horizon. Even though he is the one who got dead (along with his wife and sister-in-law) what kills ME is the fact that he had an autopilot and didn't use it.

What is it with me and dead Kennedys?

Anyways, have a look-see at some of the panel.....(without Dorothy Kilgallen, Peggy Cass or Orson Bean. You're welcome Joe.)
















This was the return trip. 136 mph ain't too shabby......
















Schnow...

















Looking west over Yaquina Bay....


















This is what greeted me just east and a bit north of Newport. Squalls were mending sky to ocean. It was beautiful, man.















El Piloto...














When I landed at the Toledo airport I went to put my trusty vessel in its bed, but a bolt failed on a tension spring and pulley assembly and the door won't work until that is repaired. So I called the FBO (Candace? You're up again, Honey....) over at Newport and they were kind enough to share their bed space. Sure looks purdy under the bright lights...... Ya know, she was gonna be an actress, and I was gonna learn to fly. She took off for the footlights; I took off for the sky....













THE HOMILY:

Yes, this is just a little walk down photograph lane. But it's also a view into the dish where sits a slice of the dream pie.

I always wanted to learn to fly. When I was little, my mother's cousin Richard took me up in a Piper Cub. The beginning of the living of my dream: desire. I couldn't have been more than four because I remember stuff vividly after five. This is one of those way back there memories. I remember looking down at the ground and Cousin Richard asking me if I could see my mother down there. I couldn't. But what I could see was all that stuff in the airplane. And of all the things in that airplane to catch my eye, it was the small hole in the floor through which I could see exactly what our situation was. Through that hole I could see reality as it was in the air, high above the ground. I remember seeing that little patch of "nothing between us and the ground." No airplane. Nothing. Here was this little hole and if I could have dropped a pebble through it, it would have hit the ground. Here was this little hole and if I could have become small enough to fit through it, I would be the one falling to the ground. But because more of the airplane was not a hole than it was, we could stay up there and defy everything our bodies ever knew about gravity. I loved that. It was unreal. That hole was an aperture into a dream. Picture that. I sure did. Now I can fly.

For me, holding 70 is kissing the dream. It is that precarious press of the lips against the glass where it all comes together; where, on the other side, the lover waits patiently. Too little pressure and you never get there. Too much and the glass breaks. But miraculously, the glass just disappears altogether when the wheels are on the ground. Just the sound of that, "the wheels on the ground." That is the kiss. That is the dream.

In her book, Pilgrim At Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard saw a mockingbird drop from the edge of a roof. The bird fell nearly to the ground and, just prior to colliding, opened its wings effortlessly at the very last second. She said it was at that point that she realized "all my life I had been a bell, but had never been struck." She talks about how she just happened to catch the bird's plummet out of the corner of her eye. Realizing how lucky she was, she said, "It seems to me that grace and beauty are performed whether or not we will or sense them; the least we can do is try to be there."

Turns out, after all, I finally do get to see my mother down there. She is earth and all earth's pulls. She is all this work---energy and life. The losses as well as the wins. She is love of others. She is love of self. She is waving. The least I can do is try to wave back.

Yes, there is more to life than applying the mechanics of flying. Yes, I would hope that, by the time I die, I will have become a human being. But I am not going to be pressing too hard on this side of the glass. I am on the glide slope. I have the runway in sight. I am maintaining the centerline. I am holding 70.

May we all strive to keep our dreams alive. They are all too easily awakened from. And whatever the dream, chances are it's not 16 Parkside Lane. Dream on my brothers and sisters. Enjoy the Pho out of life!




And now, here's Harry with a little message about dreams (pay close attention to the chording, Amanda). Remember the lead solo by that high-voiced female background singer? Boy, I sure do. But not any more. You'll see.....

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At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 5:30:00 AM PST , Blogger Paul said...

Fixed Based Operator.

Flying was my father's passion. When I was very young, we had a Bonanza (V tail), later upgraded to a Cessna 310.

In his honor at his memorial service everyone released a helium-filled balloon into the open sky.

The baloons ascend
Into the vast outer space
Winding their way
Into the shape of a star


- Poem written by my mother in celebration of the event.

Gawpo, keep flying!

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 9:17:00 AM PST , Blogger Candace said...

Paul did it for me. :) Of course, on the military side, we were our own FBO. ^_^

Awesome Gawpo! I love the photos and the descriptions.

42 really is The Answer, isn't it? ^_^

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 9:43:00 AM PST , Blogger somewhere joe said...

At first I thought the post was going to be all avionic sweet talk (sigh). You hop on your plane the way I hop on my bike. Though the trip in mere clock time is a wash, in quality of life time they're eons apart.

The homily sent me to the moon. One of those bell ringer moments, as Annie says, that wink out at us from the universe, a "tear in the texture of time" that define the bliss that is ours alone to follow. Up up and away, captain, wherever that may be.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 10:40:00 AM PST , Anonymous snavy said...

How long would it take to fly here?? Hhhmmm....

The only thing I saw here was the 1 you tube at the end. No pictures at all. I think it's Blogger's fault.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 11:53:00 AM PST , Blogger Paul said...

Spring, 1974. I saw Harry Chapin in concert at the Student Union. Great story teller. "Mister Tanner" "Mail Order Annie" and "A Better Place to Be" are still favorites.

For me, the real uniqueness of his sound was provided by Michael Masters on cello. As I recall, some guy named John provided the high tenor parts.

Funny, I thought Harry Chapin was so much older than me. He sure doesn't look it in this video.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 12:28:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Paul: You speak-a my language! Wow. You were so lucky. For the folks out there in non-airplane land, Paul's daddy flew a hot rod single engine (the Bonanza) and then upgraded to what Sky King had when he kept disappointing his niece, Penny, just prior to taking that trip he'd promised her. They always called him as they were about to leave. Ha! A local friend of mine just converted his V-Tail to a Lycoming IO-550 (with some suffix I don't recall) that develops 310 hp! Your dad's, I am guessing here, had a 260 or 280 hp engine??? Do you recall? LOVE having you here, Paulo.

The baloons ascend
Into the vast outer space
Winding their way
Into the shape of a star

Your mother did very well. I will be blogging about a favorite poem of mine in the not-too-distant and will hopefully have enough memory juice to dedicate it to your father and to all those who inspire us. As you have me. Thank you.

Candace: Goodie! I knew you would know it. What a surprise to see Paul here and to keep us on our toes. He just......swooped in out of nowhere......as it were.

Yes, it's all about the 42.

En Algun Lugar Jose: Yes! It's that hopping on whatever, the engaging the flow, the jumping into the river and riding it without pushing it. You just reminded me that I often say to my "customers," "Dude, stop pushing the river. Just float it. It will take you where you want to go. You are in this situation because you had to have more than the river needs to give you. Just go with it. Stop trying to push it." Some listen. Crap! I just remembered another poem that has a river in it. A future blog.

Glad you could get into the Homily, Joe. Dillard enthrals and transports me. I told her so. She wrote me back. And get this: I had a dream about my mother. My pre-waking dream this morning. Those are the best and freshest. I still have her. I will call her. I will wave back by thanking her for my introductory flight. Cousin Richard died only months ago. I was able to thank him again at our Jewish side of the family reunion two summers ago.

Snavy: 207 gallons of fuel, 15hours 57minutes, 2260.9 nautical miles (X 1.15 to get the conversion to statute miles equals 2,600.035 statute miles) to, what else? J.F.K. Airport. So just subtract the distance from where you live to J.F.K. and that's how long it will take. If you are 500 air miles west of N.Y., then knock off about 3.5 hours.

Are you crappin' me negative on the not seeing the pics? I see them, but still (ashamedly) through Blogger's eyes. I know, I know. I said I would follow you. And I shall......maybe I could get a tutorial? See you in about 12-16 hours!

Paul: You lucky fellow (better not reverse the first letters of that combination! I have a habit of doing that, you know). Your glyph appears so formal. Don't recall what they actually call those litttle pictures that represent us, but I'm calling it a glyph right now. Why is it so many of our best performers perish in crashes? Harry is the exception, going as he did, by car. Most bite it in an aircraft. And pilots know why. It's because they "had to be there." Their schedule is horrendous and to disappoint fans is not a consideration. Sadly, either is staying alive. So many instructors will tell you: "Don't get a case of have-to-get-there-itis." Wow. You got to see him. As Joe would say, "Can I touch you?" Or, as I like to say when I see someone famous, "I'll never wash my eyes."

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 12:31:00 PM PST , Anonymous bad, bad kitty said...

oh to fly....i've always wanted to fly choppers, actually, but those smaller fixed wings look like fun too.

great shots. i hope to see the moving stuff, soon.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 12:43:00 PM PST , Blogger Paul said...

UPDATE: It was "Big" John Wallace singing like a cat had his balls. I see on wiki that he's still singing with Chapin descendants.

I remember the paint scheme, but I don't remember the engine size, I'll have to ask mom (like she would know ... not!).

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 12:54:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Bad-Bad: Meow right back atcha! Funny you should mention helos. I talked to a guy once and he referred to his $5,000 introductory flight in a helicopter. He explained that once he was introduced he was hooked and HAD to learn how to fly it. I guess between the rental of the machine and the instructor you are going to shell out about five grand. It's about the same with a fixed wing. But you can do it over time. Get this: My friend Mike taught me for free. So all I had to come up with was the cash for the airplane and gas. I purchased my plane for 26K. I didn't have a car payment, so what the heck. I could have had a new Ford F-150 or an airplane. Let me see.......which one?.....which one?????

Speaking of cats.........

Paul: Ha! That was funny. Yeah, he sure could hit the high notes. I had always assumed it was a female. Beautiful voice. Go ask your mother. Maybe she will know. Do you have any pictures with the tail number? We can go look it up on the net and see where it is now, who owns it, etc.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 1:01:00 PM PST , Anonymous cindra said...

Love the pics, Gawpo, and I broke up the reading into segments between when Skye napped and when I took time to blink. Actually, you handled all of that frustration really well...Juni bug and i were discussing that as you sat at the airport conserving cell phone battery...you've grown into such a lovely man. Truly...I think I'll call you James.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 2:14:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Cindra: Thank you. And you can call me Jim. You've earned the right.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 3:19:00 PM PST , Blogger Logophile said...

Can I call you Betty?

I love the pictures,and the whole thing and the you that is you.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 3:20:00 PM PST , Blogger Katie McKenna said...

Ahh so sweet! Love the pictures of Yaquina River and Mary's Peak.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 3:28:00 PM PST , Anonymous Quilly said...

Gawpo -- you have more facets then a diamond and are twice as dazzling. May all of your dreams come true -- but not too fast so you can savor the living of them.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 3:51:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Logo: If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal. You can call me Betty, and Betty when you call me, you can all me Al. Naw, naw, naw, naw......

Katie: Hello there, Dahlin'. Gladja lyked um.

Quilly: Yeah, but I'm cut just a tad deep. Thank you. I am savoring. And you are definitely a part of the savor.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 5:19:00 PM PST , Blogger ARM said...

I can not believe that you talked on your cell phone while you were flying!!! You are a crazy mo-fo!!

Dude, that guy is really good on the guitar, isn't he??

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 5:55:00 PM PST , Anonymous Cheendruh said...

Amanda-he is a full on certifiable mo-fo...really...but honest...when in flight the dude is a full on studmuffin. All business...

I love you Jim.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 6:17:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Arm: A good pair of headsets runs about $575. In that contribution to Getting Reamed, Inc., they include a cell phone jack. Razrs don't have the adapter that I know of. So I just tuck the Razr under my left earmuff and it holds in in place just fine. The conversation is one-sided (me) and consists of barking out the steps of the checklist. Feel better? Didn't think so. Oh well.....

Cheen Druh!: You are right--mo-fo on the ground. No-fo in the air.

Fut the wuck. You might as well just go ahead with the next step and call me Jimmy. Don't fight it.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 7:18:00 PM PST , Blogger Claire said...

I love a good pho! One of my kids' dad has a vietnamese restaurant that specializes in pho. mmmm mmmm good!
My son goes to college in McMinnville, home of the Spruce Goose. It is very beautiful at night.

 
At Sunday, February 25, 2007 at 9:21:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

CLAIRE!!!!!: George Fox or Linfield? You are a Pho Phan. That is so very cool. You have moved up in my top list of all time favorite people. Is the Pho joint in the northwest? Only if you care to say. In a previous post I mentioned that the folks over in Corvallis don't offer lots of the goodies that "Americans" are put off by, such as tripe and tendon. I love those ingredients in my Pho. Email me if you like and let me know where your kid's dad's restaurant is. My favorite is Phe Dalat way out on Sandy Blvd in Gresham.

Have been to the Spruce Goose twice. Love that air museum.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 6:12:00 AM PST , Blogger ARM said...

I feel better that your earmuffs held it and not your hands. For some reason, I visualized you flying the plane one-handed. Why? I'm not sure. Lack of flying knowledge I guess.

Did you know that my aunt is a pilot for United? (how would you know this??? I'm just now telling you.) Well, she is. She was in the airforce (where she met my uncle) and when she retired, she started flying for United. I have a lot of respect for you pilots.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 7:03:00 AM PST , Blogger Paul said...

I've got lots of photos -- somewhere, like maybe in the attic. I'm not sure there are any of the tail. I recall lots of shots with the family standing at the nose.

Give me a couple of weeks.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 8:22:00 AM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Arm: Yeah, I would have pictured the same thing. Hate to tell you this, but when the air is really smooth, and I am in level flight, I often sit there with my arms folded for a bit or stretch out and interlace my fingers behind my head. But I try to avoid those postures when in the landing configuration. Your Aunt is a U.A. pilot? For reals??? So cool. I would love to hear her stories about how she started out, etc. And am dying to know if she sits there with her arms folded sometimes. Ask her, K? And to borrow Joe's sidle: Can I touch her?

Paul: You have your assignment. Can't wait. You have my email in my profile.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 9:15:00 AM PST , Blogger Diesel said...

Hmm. Blogger seems to be hiding your pitchers right now. Weird.

Happy Inappropriate Card Day!

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 12:48:00 PM PST , Blogger G said...

Aw Gawpo, you had me at "research people!". I'll have to check this out fully from home and perhaps then the pics will be up. Let's hope.

Just wanted to swing by and say hi.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 1:08:00 PM PST , Anonymous Kat said...

Ah, the pictures were gone by the time I got here! No matter what the subject, its always an interesting read when people write about what they're passionate about. My Dad loved to fly, but without your passion. Hey...surf on over to Battle of the Blogs and vote for me and Quilly! There's a link on my blog.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 1:16:00 PM PST , Anonymous cindra said...

Gawpo-I'm coming over for steamers and a sleepover on Wednesday...be prepared! That means...clean sheets, pretty please? Can't wait to see your lil' kitty.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 1:30:00 PM PST , Blogger goldennib said...

Can not see the pitchers.

If man were meant to fly God would have given him balloons tied to his ears.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 3:07:00 PM PST , Anonymous Jackie said...

I second goldennib!!
I can't see the pictures today at all. Damn it. Knowing all those places, I wanted to see them from the air - in your pictures - I CERTAINLY will not be getting in any airplanes to have that view for myself. I almost got sick just reading your post about flying! Now, don't get me wrong, it's very well written, but, you know...for those of us who don't fly....

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 3:21:00 PM PST , Blogger Claire said...

That should have been 'one of my students' dad' lol, I am a pho phan but me no like the funny stuff -tripe and tendon, eeww :( The place is in the Sacramento area 'Pho Hoa' (sp?)
Linfield- hence I am a Wildcat fan. Linfield holds the national collegiate record for most winning football seasons at 51 years. Tiny little school- great big football program. btw-my son plays for them!
It is also one of the oldest schools in the west and quite beautiful.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 3:21:00 PM PST , Blogger Blue the Spa Girl said...

GAwpo...not sure why but your photos don't come in for me. I will keep trying to reload page? Anyways, the writing kept me enthralled whilst I waited in vain for the photos.
Your love of flying and passion for it make me want to reevaluate my life! I need some new hobbies.
You make me want to learn to fly~!
I can think of nothing more grand than to scoot up up and away~!
And I knew not of your Jewish side. Amazing! We learn something new everyday about you!~ I always order the kosher meal on a flight, because, you just never know. I kosher my meat before I eat it too, cause, you just don't know. I am not even Jewish.
I am sure you will find something funny to say about that! I gave you too much ammunition there.
Thanks for a wonderful trip here G!
xoxo

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 5:14:00 PM PST , Anonymous Quilly said...

photos pending -- that's what it says -- but the photo of you came up. At least they have their priorities straight.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 5:20:00 PM PST , Blogger Kat Campbell said...

Wow, stunning the views you get from a small plane. I had only one pending picture and then there was you!

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 5:40:00 PM PST , Blogger ARM said...

I think I"m losing my mind...I swear I saw a picture of you with 3 pepsi cans stuck to your head when I first clicked on your page when I got home. And now it's gone????

I would love to see my Aunt's face if I asked her about folding her arms while "being" a pilot.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 7:40:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Diesel: I should do more posts in which I claim to be missing pitchers. This is too easy.

H.I.C Day to you as well! In keeping with the spirit, I am inappropriately getting mine out late.

g: Ha! That was Sofa King funny. What are the odds that an inappropriate card would, in spite of best efforts, become the most appropriate one of all? Very funny. I hope the pics were up by the time you got home.

Kat: Heading over there next. Thanks. Will vote for you two fur shur.

Cheen-Druh!: Doubtful I will be able to join you. Maybe I could call in Hungry For Clams. They'd understand. Clean sheets. Copy that. You get the radio, hunting, archery, fishing, computer, whatever room. The other one is crowded with boxes. carMEla awaits meeting her new auntie.

Nibbs: See 'em? See 'em now???

Jackie: Okay, well, with cases like yourself and Nibby, I have to resort to sneaking up from behind, applying chloroform-soaked kerchief, and enjoy the surprise on the face when you awake. That is always such a kick!

Claire: Students. Children. What's the diff? You are in the business of formation. People like you are keeping "the phunny stuff" from ending up in my Pho! I fly into and out of KSMF commercially quite often. I'll get the folks to go to Pho Hoa. Go Wildcats! Yes, I have heard of their acclaim.

Blue TSG: Great hearing from you today. Get your Canadian Bacon to an airport and take an introductory flight! Jewish mother/Sicilian father. We observed culturally, not ecclesially on that side of the family. But because my mother is Jewish, I hear I can get Israeli citizenship in a snap.

Regarding Kosher and the Torah, I often say that, since I was raised Christian, I find myself sometimes possessed with an urge to boil a kid in its mother's milk. This is one of the many "thou shalt not"s overlooked by the non-Jewish community.

Quilly: That is a new picture. There really are two others that I need to replace.

Kat: Yes, stunning views indeed. And then there are the vistas outside the plane as well!

Arm: I don't know what you are talking about??? Blogger has been acting up. Pepsi cans on my head? Uh-uh. Rrrriiiggghhhtttt......

Ask her!

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 9:57:00 PM PST , Anonymous snavy said...

Can't you just fly into Logan?? I hate math.

 
At Monday, February 26, 2007 at 10:50:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Snavy: General Edward Lawrence Logan International. Roger that. At this point, though, Roger ANYthing!

2267.5 NAUTICAL
2607.6 STATUTE
@ aprox. 145mph=18hours

See you tomorrow at about 8pm your time.

Bring Chivas or Walker Green Label.

I will need to shower. And pee really, really bad.

 
At Tuesday, February 27, 2007 at 4:56:00 AM PST , Blogger Blue the Spa Girl said...

Gawpo,
Finally~ I can see the photos! They are incredible!!!!
I love them. What amazing views from up there. Green and snow and mountains. You must just love it up there!!!
Thanks so much for posting these. More next time you go, please~!
xo

 
At Tuesday, February 27, 2007 at 1:49:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Blue TSG: Yay!!!!! Glad you like them. I have no words to describe, not only how beautiful and surreal is the feeling, but the speed in the getting there. It is a time machine, to be sure.

I promise---more pictures. The ones from the digital are huge when you click on them. Not the cell pics, though.

(....in....tro....duct.....ory.....flight.....)

 
At Tuesday, February 27, 2007 at 8:48:00 PM PST , Blogger Ps said...

Had posted a comment earlier(about not being able to thee the pictures)But now I cannot see the comment--but I CAN see the pictures.
They are TERRIFIC gawpo.Will show Atul when he comes back from school.(Its 10:30 am for me right now)

 
At Tuesday, February 27, 2007 at 9:33:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Ps: Yes. I was preeti certain that you had posted a comment here, saying you couldn't see the pictures. Strange. Kidnapped Komments. Glad you liked them when you could finally see them. Can't wait to hear what Atul thinks of them. XO's to the entire family!

 
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Nibby: Thank you.

 
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