Great flight this morning....a former Bristow Chum showed up on the doorstep looking all haggard and worn from an ardous trip down from Scotland....seems he set out over a week ago and just found his way here. He proffered a very weak excuse about car problems....car purchase contracts gone wrong....agressive stanchions that bashed in the boot of his car....all sorts of tales. I think he just did not want to leave his teen aged bride behind.
We had an absolutely wonderful meal, a few pints of the foaming ale....arose this morning to a beautiful day....fired up the Huey....renewed his acquaintance with that piece of history....and let him enjoy the sheer pleasure flying one of these things produces.
After landing he was all smiles, grins, and giggles.....left us for the sunny south of a nearby country bearing a most cherubic countenance.