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.)
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