Went to the airport, nothing going on there.

     So I went driving around and did these landscapes instead of hanging out at the airport.

OT: Eskie Rescue Reunion.

We went to the St Louis American Eskimo Rescue Reunion this afternoon held in Queeny Park.

Our little Eskie, Nim (short for Admiral Nimitz) was a rescue dog we fell in love with

eight years ago and we're just head over heels with him.

I took this picture of Lindz, Nim and Gina outside the Dog Museum with

my Olympus EM-5 camera and Panasonic 20mm lens.

Love it!

Heads or Tails...

Heads for the Curtiss Robin powered by the Tank Bros. engine.

Glenn is replacing some of them that have leaking valve seats.

The Threatening flood waters recede; the Robins return to their nests.

     I went out to Creve Coeur to help Glenn get the Tank-engine powered Robin out of the Museum and found out it was shuffling day at the airport.

John Cournoyer was moving some of his aircraft from "The High Ground" hangars back to their normal spots.

 The Greater St Louis gets moved to the Museum.

 Sitting all pretty in the sun!

 John with The Greater St Louis.

Glenn with the Tank-powered Robin.

He finished this restoration in 2000 and

flew it to Oshkosh the next year.

 Jimmy Johnson helps guide the Spartan Executive around a turn.

 Coming up shortly on Jimmy's list, he checks out the Spartans wheel-well.

The Antonov An-2 returned home from its autopilot testbed duties in Arkansas.

Sparking the Interest; kids in aviation.

     My friend was back in town this weekend visiting his Grandkids. He brought them out to Creve Coeur on Sunday and we gave them a walking tour or the airport. The kids had never been out to a GA airport before so it was rewarding to me to show them around and to see their excitement at watching the planes takeoff and land.

Glenn sanding a Curtiss Robin wing.

A Good friend came to town.

     One of my nearest, dearest friends was in town this weekend. We've known each other since 1971. He was the second person I gave an airplane ride to after I received my certificate. We were in the same grade in High School, played chess together, went to the same University and then went out on our separate paths.

His daughter had a volleyball tournament in town. He texted me and we had dinner together and talked for hours. If it wasn't for him having to drive back to Louisville and both of us having to go to work tomorrow, we'd still be talking.

Our friendship is at the level we just pick it up where we last left off. There's no bullshit.

Thanks Kurt. It was great seeing and talking with you.