Watching the B-17 special on PBS

[pokerfan]

My father's best friend and neighbor piloted some 60+ missions over Europe during WWII.

There are about a dozen still flying and one of them usually visits my town each year. I have yet to take a ride as I figure WWII vets should get first dibs. I will take my ride someday.

12,700 B-17's produced, 4,754 lost in combat.

[Dangerously Amused]

1. My Dad flew in a B-17.

[Aristus]

2. Beautiful airplane.

[Oeditpus Rex]

8. 'Sentimental Journey'

I've been inside her, moments after she made a low-level pass over Salinas (Calif.) Airport. Good lord, what a glorious sight!

I've been in "Picadilly Lilly" and "Nine-O-Nine" twice — most recently just two weeks ago.





Bagged me a Dora-9.

[DemoTex]

3. My B-17 pilot neighbor in the mountains had his house torched.

He was a cool 84 year old dude! The meth addicts torched his house in February. I sold my mountain house in March .. a jump ahead of the meth addicts and the federal lurkers. Some newbie DUers doubted my story, then. Stupid fucks, they.

[Aristus]

4. Hi Mac!

:hi:

I didn't know you sold your mountain house! Where are you living nowadays?

[DemoTex]

6. I'm down in the 100 year old prairie cottage in Greenville, SC.

Restoring it, lovingly. Full time job, acting as the general contractor.

[Dangerously Amused]

5. I remember reading about the "real estate" guys.

But then I never found out what happened after that. What happened? You are okay, I take it?

[DemoTex]

7. They were definitely not real real-estate "lookers."

Their agent and I became real close. She agreed with me. Federal cops. Period. But so much shit came down on my head from a group of newbie DUers that I'd rather not go into any more detail. It can get real nasty here, my friend.

Mac

On edit: Never really answered your question. I sold the mountain house and completed the move out on my birthday, March 30. It was a sad day and I'm still extremely depressed from the whole pile of shit. My B/P on 3/30 (with all the meds) was 175/110.