I was prompted by my friend Shay Will that I should update my blog. So here it is… WARNING: I’m not a flight instructor, nor do I pretend to be one. This information is presented as is. If you fly your dumb ass into a mountain, it’s your fault, not mine. What better way to prepare for my private pilot checkride then to write out some key points for review.
So I totally forgot about this one. Last year when I was out in Colorado working on Freeskier, my friend Mike Thomas was minding his own business strolling through the Pearl Street Mall when he happened across this little gem. It’s a “love note” written by some breezy; who knows if she’s in high school or college, anything is possible. Anyhow, since I have a scanner he handed it over to me to make good of it on the internet, but I promptly lost it in my computer bag, and it just resurfaced last night. Click the image to unfold the note, and behold the wonder.
Back from Colorado to find this lapping at the shores of the local beaches; 15 to 18 foot with occasional 25 foot sets.
The fifties were great. Women knew their place, and the world promoted it as such. This was an ad from Life Magazine in 1951.
Yep, trying to install a new version of wordpress… this thing is probably going to be broken for a while.
