A little celebratory flight

Celebrating both my birthday and the fact that I know that at least
today Bush is a long ways from Texas and there won’t be any popup
presidential TFR’s, I rented a little old 152 for a spin around the prairie.

My landings showed a lot of rust, but weren’t particularly scary. What
was scary was a Cub or something like that suddenly popping out of the
haze at exactly my altitude, passing by going the opposite direction
just a couple hundred yards to my right. The weather was severe clear,
but with no wind on a warm day the horizon was nothing but a brown
smudge about 10 degrees wide. I’d put in something sanctimonious here
about air pollution, but I can’t say as I was exactly improving the
situation in that Cessna.

Time to turn on the grill. And yes, I am serving Texas wine with Texas
beef. It's better than you might think. How's that for a ringing
endorsement?