Slightly off topic. My grandmother was old enough to read about the Wright Brothers' flight in the newspaper. The last long visit I had with her was on her 98th birthday. She was changing planes at DFW airport and had a long layover.

Airplanes were still quite a novelty when Mom was a kid; she says everyone would run out of the house to look if one flew over. I'm not sure what year that was. I'll call her tomorrow and ask.

Then there was my grandmother's sister Goldie -- retired around 65, sat aroud for 15 years, got bored, dyed her hair jet black, and got a job. She lied about her age to the Baptists and worked as their church secretary into her 90's. I've often wondered if the Baptists every figured it out.

Back on topic. I never got to see Woody Guthrie, but I've had a number of pleasant chats with his sister Mary Jo over the years, and got to say howdy to her a couple weeks ago.
- Phil