Anyone with a flask is a hero... I mean, I reckon that makes me a hero, too, 'casue I been known to "carry"...

Which remonds me... I used to perform with a feller who made the best moonshine and would show up at various gigs with his flask... Man, geeze o' pete, that stuff was good...

As fir landin' in one piece my brother, who is a pilot, says that "any landing you walk away from is a good one"... Lol... Reminds me of my first landing.... I must have enjoyed the crap out of 'cause I musta bounced and relanded half a dozen times but I finally got the sumabich on the ground... I was still shakin' an hour later but I guess the ol' guy who was talkin' me thru it wasn't concerned 'cause he never took the plane back over...

(He was drunk, Boberdz...)

Well, yeah... Funny thing about the way things used to be.... We had a dirt field 'bout 1/2 mile from where I gre up and it had a "club house" where these old WW II pilots would hang out and drenk... I loved flyin' so my dad would take me over there and give one of 'um a few bucks to take me up... None ever made much of a deal (or any deal, for that matter) about them drinkin'??? So I learned to fly by going up with half-drunk pilots in old tail draggers...

See, that's what I don't understand... Hey, what'sa couple of drenks??? I mean, it calms yer nerves if you get attacked by a bunch of stupid birds but no, you can't do that... I ain't talking fallin' down .025 drunk... Just a couple of Iron Cities... I prolly shouldn't say this but I used to have a little mini-stocker.... We do ten lap'ers 'tween the main events... On an 3/8 miles oval that means the speeds might get to 70 or so on the back and front strethes but not much more but, hey, 70 with hald a dozen cars all around bangin' on ya' is fast enough... So before the race there were a couple of us who'd suck down a couple chilly ones... Hey, calmed the nerves... Never did have a serious wreck, you know drivin' on the roof of the car...

Nevermind...

Congrates, Captain Sully... Yer award is on the way...

B~