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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Dropping Off and Picking Up, Airplanes that is

           Task: Fly one airplane to the mechanic shop, return in another. I tagged along with MyMrMallory as he flew Tom's plane to Bone's and Jim's aircraft shop; then return to Kickapoo Airport in my Scissortail.
Shepard Air Force Base tower control gave us a seven-mile straight approach to 33 Center, which I show at extreme right of the photo. A T-38 lands on the wide runway, 33 Left, as I snap this shot. The fighter looks like a tiny speck just off the taxi way.

We held short at 33 L for this fella to land. 
Sometimes they wave as they boom past us along the taxi ways.
 
Landing the Scissortail on 35 at Kickapoo Airport with the skyline of Wichita Falls in the background seems a welcome sight every time I arrive there. 

Just as soon as MyMrMallory hopped out of my airplane, he hopped in the Jet Ranger, his third aircraft of the day. Gotta be fun. 

Victor pulls planes in and out of hangars for most of the day. 

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.