Creve Coeur pilot named President of EAA!

Creve Coeur Stearman Pilot and an ulta-nice guy was named the new President of EAA today in Oshkosh, WI.

I couldn't be happier as Rod is a friend and a stand-up guy. I've known him for years and always liked him and considered him a friend. We've gone flying in his Stearman, sat around and swapped stories. He always has a smile on his face.

Here's to ya Rod! A new chapter in your life and in EAA has begun.

Punks

. Some a-hole threw a baseball thru our front window about 3:15 this morning. They also drove thru several neighbors yards in the area. We were awoken by a thumping noise, sounded like one of the kids or dogs fell out of bed. Upon further investigation, we found this.

We called the cops and they were here immediately. They stopped a couple teenage boys who had seen the car driving by, flipping them off and taunting them. It was a black Ford Ranger.

The police said they already had other reports. The took the baseball and swabbed it for prints, so hopefully something will come of that.

Getting ready for Big O.

Here's the deal. I've been hired by a freight company, start class on Aug. 23. Be flying the big kahuna. More on this as it gets closer to my class date.

Since ground school runs 9 weeks, I've decided on a little last getaway for the boys up to Oshkosh. We're planning on heading up at o'dark-thirty friday morning and staying for the weekend. Going to drive because it doesn't make economic sense to insure the airplane for one trip of eight hours.

Oshkosh has had 17" of rain since the middle of last month, they're saturated. The campgrounds are a mess. We'll probably take my wifes van up and sleep in that to stay dry. We can take out the rear seats, take our hiking boots and poncho's and get along just fine.

Glenn got the Triplane delivered fine and is back in town. He's working on the Monosport fuselage while he awaits the return of the fuel pump and carb from the shop.

Update on Glenn's Cross-country with the Triplane.

They made it to Grand Island, NE last night at 7 PM before calling it good for the day.

Leaving early the next morning, they blew a tire on the trailer about 100 miles east of the Wyoming border and had to go to a gas station (that had a repairman on duty on Sunday July 4th no less-kudo's and thank you!) to get a new tire.

He not only had a new tire, he had 4 so Glenn bought two to have one as a spare. He also had them check over the other tires on the trailer which they pronounced good.

Back on the road at 2 PM.

Can we get a biplane dad?

Sky trying on a Creve Coeur Stearman for size. Now he's got the "Stearman-cough!"

Go west young man!

Went out early Saturday morning to see if Glenn needed any help with the final loading of Ken Kotik's triplane onto the trailer for the trip to Schellville. Glenn had done a wt & bal. on the trailer and decided to move one of the crates back a little bit to take some of the weight off of the trailer tongue. He used Al's forklift and quickly accomplished that task.

He and Barb hopped into the truck and headed of towards the flatland of Nebraska, a 30-hour drive ahead of them.