Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 123
Sorry about the pun.
The Spad is fed, watered, washed and polished and sitting in its place in front of my repurposed hangar. There was plenty of room BEFORE my aircraft was displaced ... but. There is always a but.
But my growing posse objects to ‘the smelly, drippy thing taking up space’ WE need for exercise and dancing ... so.
Outside tie down.
Adam’s parents showed up.
“Adam?” Mom said, “Where have you been?”
“San Antonio.”
“What ever for?”
“Air show performance.”
“Who?”
A finger was pointed. I blushed. The look I got...
“No,” said mom. “Who flew?”
Same point. Same blush.
“You fly?” Dad asked, he wasn’t done... “Who is your A&P mechanic?”
“I do the maintenance. David Anderson, from Holland Michigan, is my consultant. He supplies my parts and...”
“I know David,” he said. “I’d like to scrutinize your Spad. May I?”
Of course I let him ... after I’d seen his certification.
He was very thorough.
“You’ve done this before.”
“We ... and I can’t tell you who ‘we’ were ... started transitioning Bearcats for A-1’s about 1962 ... and that’s about all I can say.”
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