I was telling some of the recent stories to a friend who is not
computer literate. He had one of his own.

In the early sixties, he and his cousin worked for the newspaper in
Amarillo. They had worked all Saturday night. There was a family
reunion Sunday at his Grandpa's farm north of Amarillo. When they got
off Sunday morning, they climbed into his old Stinson and headed for
the farm. Of course, they took a Sunday paper for Grandpa.

As they approached the farm, they could see it had rained the night
before. He normally landed on the road between two fields that ran
from the county road up to the house. He was afraid it might be muddy
so he buzzed the house a time or two. That brought everyone out into
the yard. There was a lot of waving but he didn't know if they were
waving him off or waving him down.

They decide they will write a note on the newspaper and drop it
between the house and barn. A note: Can we land on the lane? was
attached to the paper with many rubber bands.

He pulled her up almost to a stall and tucked over into a steep dive
for the bomb run. Cuz punched the paper out. He pulled out and banked
around just in time to see the explosion. Newspaper and cedar shingles
filled the air around a gaping hole in Grandpa's front porch roof.

That day is now referred to as the roofing reunion.