Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 37
At an economical cruise it’s five and a half hours from Holland to Austin ... plus the refuel and potty break. Morning coffee ... I’m going to have to quit morning coffee. Runs through me too fast.
I called the field ... the runway was long enough but there weren’t any airplanes ... just a few helicopters ... flyable and in various states of disrepair. The broken out numbered the operational. They were all bunched together at the north end ... by a house. I had a suspicious feeling that the one fella I could see was Bud Field ... all of it.
Since there was an International close enough I radioed them and identified my aircraft ... mentioned I was going to use Bud ... and called the field on my cell. I could see the mechanic fumble for his phone. ‘Thought so.’
“Bud Field.”
“I’m here ... I’m going to buzz you ... check me out.”
And I did. I flew over at about five thousand and maybe 200 knots ... circled back and did it again at a hundred feet.
“Holy Shit ... a Sandy. Is that you?”
“Ayup...”
“You shoulda said ... I’d have had a contingent of the VFW here.”
“Well ... can I use your field?”
“Sure.”
When we were down and deplaned, we unloaded our bicycles and peddled over to the pile.
“Where’s your pilot?”
I tootled my fingers.
“No ... really.”
“Really.”
“Got a license?”
“Princessapality.” I said. “Will the wallet license do? Or do you need to see the hard copy?”
“Wallet first.”
“Yes sir.” I hauled the wallet out of my fanny pack. Took the license out of my wallet and handed it to him.
“Hmm ... it says here that this was issued by the Princess. You know the Princess?”
“My aunt bought her house ... of course I know Junior.”
“Okay ... Bill of sale for the Sandy.”
“Certified copy good enough?”
“Where is the original?”
“At home in the safe.”
“Certified will do.”
I had that in my wallet.
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