So I spent all week in Durant, OK (pronounced Doorant by local-yocals), and I must say I'm not sure what to think of the place. It could be Anytown, USA, but it also has that same quality that seems to attract the writers of horror movies. We were on edge the whole time, and refused to let anyone wander off to check out that funny noise in the hangar all by themselves.
Well, I won first place in Aircraft Recognition... again. I have a big, stupid trophy that will sit in my cubicle and collect dust. My navigator and I also placed fourth in the navigation event, and we didn't even try that hard. After the awards ceremony, a trip to Dairy Queen, and one more night in the Holiday Inn Express, I woke up and blasted off to Hope in the one airplane that didn't leave for Stillwater the night before. Friends dropped me off, Seashell picked me up and we drove to Little Rock to watch the band at contest. I won't make any negative comments, as I have presided over one of the worst shows in Superband history. I did think the music was quite good, and all of the solos were fantastic.
Ran into Josh and Berno (where was P?), and many-a-funny comment by Mrs. Manteca about the whereabouts of Manteca. Hilarity ensued.
Jeff C.
