Days Are Numbers in General

I’ve loved that song for 35 years. For most of my adult life I was the traveler. Always moving, always changing. It took a lot for me to slow the fuck down and relax. It still does.

I get a weird kind of itchy when I spend too much time in one place. I was born in Brunswick Maine to an 18 year old and a 22 year old. We never stopped moving. Birth to launch I lived in 12 different places. I went to 4 different high schools. After high school I joined the military and was shot all over the freaking world. I’m not complaining. I have a couple of friends who have never left the state of Maine.

The things you see and the things you do obviously color the way you see the world.
I, for instance, have a very low tolerance for people who think because they are a carbon based life form someone should give them everything they need to survive.

I am very comfortable. If you scale back your expectations it is amazing what you can live on.

I am a little too content. Bad things happen when Duke loses his angst.

Just off the phone with the local flight school. Spitballing if-then-else. The owner thinks he can save me some money if they could figure out how to transfer some of my navy quals to the FAA requirements.

I am not expecting to jump back in a plane anytime soon. I am a realist above all things. I know my limitations, and Dirty Harry knows a man has to know his limitations.

I’ll be damned if it didn’t almost seem like David was trying to recruit me. He asked me twice if I would move on to seeking a CFI. I told him both times my immediate needs were to get my private ticket - strictly day/VFR for the time being. Golden Gods of aviation apparently shine through the telephone. Or maybe it is just my swagger.

God. I need a job to pay for this. Their C-170 is out for maintenance, leaving a C-150 and two Cirrus’. He rounded out the Cirrus’ course at about 10K from soup to nuts (ground school to private ticket.) Worst case. The C-150 is cheap, but too small and underpowered for me.

I am also just off the phone with Ford Motor Credit. Done. I own the little red corvette, I mean Fusion, outright.

Maybe that is why I am in such a good mood. Christmas came a month early. Now I can start saving for another Fusion, or a Tesla Model 3.

Ring phone! Dammit ring! I need a job. This is prime flying weather! Ring!

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Last updated April 16, 2016