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Monday, September 10, 2012

An afternoon with friends in high places



Life has been on the morbid side of serious around here for much of this year.  I was beginning to suffer a bit of frustration and melancholy when Steve from Minnesota jumped into his Cessna Cardinal, picked up Dave at Clow airport in Bolingbrook, and flew into Waukegan to give me a lake shore flight-seeing tour to Chicago and back.  I have to tell you that no doctor could have prescribed anything more cathartic.  Thank you my friends.  It was a blast!  (A special tip of the hat to Landmark Aviation.)