Gina Flying A Plane

I went to sleep last night watching a documentary that had a lot to do with a particular small single-engine airplane. I guess it's no wonder that I would have a dream about one except my wife, Gina Baker, was flying it and the small single-engine plane was made out of old reclaimed building materials like rusty tin roofing and such. Even though parts of the corrugated iron were flapping a bit (like some old nails had come loose) it seemed to be flying OK and it looked like Gina was doing a pretty good job. I could see her taking off and flying low like in the movie I had been watching.

I'm quite certain Gina's never flown a plane but I have on a few occasions. Maybe I shouldn't eat so close to bedtime. We had also been discussing a local family would recently taken a short flight just to go somewhere different for dinner. I've had a long time interest in flying, growing up my earlier years as an Air Force brat. My dad was in aircraft maintenance and I have a brother who has followed in his steps, not to mention an uncle who was also a pilot. And Now I'm recalling my grandfather flew with a plane in WWII. Huh, didn't realize it went that far back, no wonder.

I have to admit, one of my favorite things about travelling is flying. I try to hide it so I don't embarrass myself. Sitting in my usual window seat I often find myself feeling like a 10-year old kid hoping to get a set of those cheap plastic wings to pin on my chest.

Don't be surprised if I jot down a dream or two. Many of them have turned out later to had quite a bit to do with events in Siloam Springs.

I can hear the sound of that plane's engine now as it approaches and then flies overhead.

mmmvvveeeEEEOOOooowww...

This is your captain speaking.

- Wade Baker