Selene
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 18
I needed to get to Austin ... my SPAD was lonely. Next year... 17. I can get a license. I know Junior would sport me a license ... if I wanted one the size of a card table ... I don’t. At 17 I can get one legal world wide.
The bar owner’s wife’s car made it to Bud Field. I dumped it in the road ... left the keys in the ignition and the title on the seat I have a perfectly good 1934 Ford sedan ... and a 1964 Volvo 544 Sport. Alice finally confessed that it was my money that paid for the car.
I had wondered why she never objected to Surprise using the 544 to get to school. Now I know.
My sail bug was squashed flat ... I want to fly. The Dr1 was parked under the AD1-Q’s wing. The Triplane weighs ... dry minus pilot... 397 pounds ... well under Princessapality 1657 pound weight limit. Mine had the discontinued Verner Scarlett 5 cylinder 2725 cc / 166 cubic inch engine, not a ton of power ... just perfect to putt around the sky.
Taxi to the head up by the helicopter pads ... check in with Bud ... inform the airbase and take off. Down hill gives the best takeoff run. By the time I was over the SPAD hangar I was already at 600 feet and climbing. East is large patches of space ... truck gardens ... which I own. Well ... Flintkote Farms owns.
That reminds me ... I remember seeing a For Sale sign in front of the Baptist church just to the east of Bud.
Note to self ... buy it.
Cell phone. “Call Flintkote Farms.”
“Mrs. Zájara, please.”
“Selene Flintkote.”
“Hi, Selene Flintkote here. I need you to buy the Baptist church next door to Bud field.”
“Yes, ma’am ... that Flintkote.”
“Feel free to dicker ... anything under 2 million is yours as a bonus.”
“Yes. ma’am, under 2 million.”
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