Supertramp... now that's a group I haven't heard in quite a while. Anyway, I just got back from Dallas, visiting my brother. Before the rumos start flying, no, I did not get lost. I knew exactly where I was, I just didn't know exactly where I was going. Even if you don't know where you're going, there's no use being late, so I followed the flow of traffic and my Corolla actually saw 95 miles per hour at one point. Thankfully, traffic slowed down soon, because I'm not sure how long it would have taken one cop to write seventy some odd tickets. I got a chance to see Rob's new flat, which is quite nice, and also his new place of employment, which is also quite nice... and even a little crusty. Eitherway, there are no less than eight Quizno's within a five mile radius of his apartment.
The rest of my weekend was pretty mundane. I worked all day Saturday. I did some guys Bienniel Flight Review, and yet another checkout in our club airplane.. That's quickly getting old. There are only so many things you can do to make that entertaining. After the fourth one in two days, I believe I have exhausted all methods of entertainment, including giving someone a simulated engine failure and at the same time playing the role of "freaked out passenger." Some of my best acting, I must say. It's especially sadistic when you shut the fuel off instead of pulling the throttle like most instructors. Most students fail to check the fuel shutoff valve located on the floor, and honestly believe they've had an engine failure. It certainly doesn't help matters when I just look at them and smile.
Well, I'm hungry, and tired from driving (I have yet to beat my old record of 4 hours to dallas, however), so I'm going to eat something... and then do... something... place.
Wishin' I was in Conway,
Jeff C.
P.S. Gordon Lightfoot is a Canadian.
