I am so ashamed of myself. This blog has nothing to do with our former Mayor, present governor and ambitious woman traipsing about the nation in preparation for 2012, but I figured if I put "Sarah Palin" in the title, someone might google her name and wind up on my blog.
Not only that, the lake the airplane above is landing on is not her lake at all; she just happens to live on it. It is called Lake Lucille and it belongs to all of us Alaskans - even to you who are not Alaskans.
But don't try to get on Lake Lucille by passing through Sarah Palin's yard.
I don't know if she has a mean dog, but if she does, it might bite you.
The picture was taken through my windshield as I drove down Lucille Street.
A fence and imitation well on Gail street. We have a well in our front yard, too, but it doesn't look like that. We don't have a fence. I don't want a fence. I hate fences.
My next door neighbor has a fence. He put it up so that he would not have to look at my wrecked airplane.
Speaking of which, I saw this Citabria for sale at the Palmer airport. I had a doctor appointment at 4:00, but had to wait until 8:00 PM to see the doctor. I got bored, left the doctors office and drove to the Palmer airport to see what kind of airplanes might be for sale.
And here was this Citabria. Looks almost like the Running Dog once did.
Look at that! $28,000! When I saw that number, my hopes rose. But then I read that part about the fuselage and windows showing their age. Plus the part about the engine and prop "still" passing annual. And nothing about time on the engine or prop. I figure that means they must be high time and so soon will have to be replaced or rebuilt.
So I reckon that once this Citabria is purchased and put into good working order, the buyer will have spent anywhere from $45 to $60,000.
Hell. There's no way I can afford that.
In fact, there's no way that I can afford $28,000.
Yet, seeing this airplane gave me hope and still does.
I don't have $60,000 today but that doesn't mean I won't on another day.
And if I get it, I will buy me a good airplane and Margie will shrug and sigh and think of all the things that she could do with $60,000, but she will love me anyway, and she will smile, and be happy to see me take off and then later buzz the house and then come in for a landing.
That's how it used to be around here.
That's how I want it to be again.
And when it becomes that way, you will see this blog turn into something, because Alaska will once again be mine.
And here is a dog that was at the doctor's office when I returned. I was officially ahead of him in line, but still, he got in to see the doctor ahead of me.
I didn't see it for myself, but I'll bet she petted him.
She didn't pet me.
How come?
Despite suffering two flat tires since I returned from India, my bike works pretty good. I took this picture as I pedaled past this kid.