Re: Soarfest ends with J Sullivan birthday celebration and, yes, Bastille Day :o)
Posted by Ray on 8/1/2012, 9:55 am, in reply to "Soarfest ends with J Sullivan birthday celebration and, yes, Bastille Day :o) "
Indeed, indeed, way more fun than a soaring club is supposed to have! |
As for that "new guy whose name I forget"...it's Joe. Navy man who flies gliders. Go figure.
: You might have missed this post, that I
: re-post because the website was programmed
: for a time to ignore or at least destroy my
: submissions. (Probably some revolutionary,
: or, as Assad is fond of pointing out,
: terrorists and outsiders.) Any when I look
: for sources in December to sum up this year,
: this bulletin board will be where I look, so
: here goes the third attempt at publishing
: this note:
: Imagine what it might be like to be at a
: parade. No, not a parade, but a 160 acre
: party with all kinds of airplanes taking
: off, landing, passing by,; and all at once
: too, not in an orderly procession but
: gleefully like kids in a playground.
: That’s what it was like on Saturday the
: 14th. It was nuts. Third week of
: Soarfest, end of the first week of the
: Niagara encampment (Walt, Gary, Norm and a
: new guy whose name I forget (sharpen the
: guillotine!)) and in the middle of a visit
: by Ron Letzin, Mark Frutiger, Linda Salamone
: and the rest of the RAF(Rochester Area
: Fliers) ultralilght gang, towing gliding,
: soaring and having a blast doing tandem
: rides and all kinds of crazy stuff. We even
: had a hot air balloon float past at the end
: of the flying day, but by no means the end
: of the day. Three tow planes were in the
: air at once on one turnover, and landing at
: once too! This went on all day long; truly
: a sight to see and to be a part of.
: And at the end of the day, did the
: festivities end in a quiet beer with some
: quaint stories between old friends? Why no,
: of course not. It was Bastille Day, and
: Jesse Sullivan’s certain yeared birthday too
: and likely to be his last.. at least until
: we surprise him next time.
: He has visited infrequently since his
: last attack upon our domestic tranquility
: and we gave it our best! Mme LaFarge (Lois
: Shumanski) dressed to the nines as a French
: revolutionary) and Tom dressed in bailiff’s
: robe and myself as Robbespierre (upstaged, I
: might add, by the bailiff and Jesse from
: time to time).
: Tom kept order in the court while we
: convicted Jesse of his high crimes and
: misdemeanors within the 7 year statute of
: limitations. He actually convicted himself
: by a full confession and a promise that he
: would do it again if not eliminated. We
: therefore passed a sentence of death by
: guillotine to send him wherever beheaded
: offenders go after execution. (Buffalo?
: No, North Tonawanda!)
: Of course Jesse changed his scheduled Ops
: day from Sunday to the day of the party, but
: his Ops powers could not save him from our
: revolution. Even the weather cooperated, so
: perfect was the day. So exhausting was the
: day that everyone collapsed at sundown and
: slept long and hard until Sunday morning.
: We received two new members this week, Ron
: Bolton and Mark Frutiger, Ron is a
: helicopter pilot for Mercy Flight and mark
: is an instructor for weight shift and an
: ultra light tow pilot for RAF. He now
: attacks gliders with relish. With very
: little input at crucial times he flew the
: take off tow and landing all by himself!
: Looks like hes ready to solo, but we’ll take
: it slow. We may have to back off to
: emergencies for next lesson.
: You know about the Niagara Encampment and
: the whole-grain blue berry pancakes already,
: right? If not you had two mornings left
: when this was first published to invite
: yourself to breakfast at the tent, or maybe
: in the clubhouse! Catch them next year!
: You know too about Mark Wasserbauer’s
: daily attack on the southern tier, and his
: lapboard cross country tool and Matt
: Seymour’s two badge flights, right? If you
: haven't heard, talk to someone who was
: What a great Soar-fest!