Thought for the day

Suddenly a line of big black cars pulled up beside her. Out of
the lead car stepped a tall, grinning man.


"Hi there little girl, I'm President Obama. What do you have
in the basket?" he asked.


"Kittens," little Suzy said.


"How old are they?" asked Obama.


Suzy replied, "They're so young, their eyes aren't even open
yet."


"And what kind of kittens are they?"


"Democrats," answered Suzy with a smile.


Obama was delighted. As soon as he returned to his car, he called
his PR chief and told him about the little girl and the kittens.


Recognizing the perfect photo op, the two men agreed that the
president should return the next day; and in front of the assembled media,
have the girl talk about her discerning kittens.


So the next day, Suzy was again standing on the sidewalk with her
basket of "FREE KITTENS," when another motorcade pulled up, this
time followed by vans from ABC, NBC, CBS and CNN.


Cameras and audio equipment were quickly set up, then Obama got
out of his limo and walked over to little Suzy.


"Hello, again," he said, "I'd love it if you would
tell all my friends out there what kind of kittens you're giving away."


"Yes sir," Suzy said. "They're Republicans."


Taken by surprise, the president stammered, "But... but...
yesterday, you told me they were DEMOCRATS."


Little Suzy smiled and said, "I
know. But today, they have their eyes open"

Honor Flight 2008-09

Here are some pictures and a short video about our last season.

Hope and Change

This is why edumacation is impotent.

Summer Camp for Men

So I will now revive my blog......

There are few times in a man's life that he is able to feel and experience the emotion of his childhood. Many things in this world weight down the soul and it is the spiritual self that keeps a person going and it seems like much of my life is spent trying to feel the comfort and stability of my childhood. With that said, there are a few things that happen each year that help me peer into this "child-like" state and recharge my insides..... a few of these times include Christmas, Thanksgiving, Drumcorps Shows, and the one I just experienced.... Airventure Oshkosh (www.airventure.org) . This past week I ventured to Oshkosh,WI and met my dad for what has become a ritual of sorts...Father and Son time if you will. When I was a kid Dad would take me to the Sun-n-fun flyin in Lakeland,FL and it lit in me a fire for aviation and all things flying. As I grew up I was able to obtain my pilots license and fly around with all those cool pilots and talk pilot stuff however it was not until I was exposed to Airventure Oshkosh that I realized what roll aviation would represent in my life. The past week my goals each day were the following:

-Eat Brats
-Hang with my dad
-Fly my Navion in the airshow
-renew old friendships
-Eat more Brats

The following video tells the story pretty much. I sure hope every man has something in his life that helps him recharge his youthful, clear batteries like I do. There is so much today that is distracting....... try and remember what made you feel like a kid. I promise you it will be worth it and your family will notice the smile on your face.





Jonathan

disclaimer: if you had a bad childhood, please disregard the previous post.

New Post

It is snowing outside.... A whole bunch. Maybe this is what Obama means when he acts like the sky is falling.

Aww.... the luck of the Irish!

So this is day two of another joyous 7 day tour flying the worlds richest folks here and there and everywhere. It has been great so far...except for... well, let me start with the good parts. I didn't have to go to work until 3pm on Sunday so that was quality time spent with the wife that normally is spent working for the man. Today the airplane was broken so another day off in the hotel....Embassy Suites, Not bad. Here is the bad part, when I checked in to the hotel I noticed all these mini Irish flags everywhere and a bunch of overweight, red faced white men standing around with big mugs of beer and bad teeth......not to mention, they were wearing Kilts!!!! I asked the front desk what was going on and they told me that this week was the "International Irish Convention"... WOW, there is an Irish convention where you come together and talk with a fake Irish accent and drink alot. So needless to say, by now I hate bagpipes.... and riverdance. Who would have thunk it????? an Irish convention............. I'm going to ask my wife if we can have an "Alabama Convention" Southern accents, Football Uniforms, Bar-b-q and country music...... but no kilts.