Sunday Morning Flying. Thank you Sara and Pat

Sara and Pat flew down for breakfast this morning from Tucson. The last time Pat attempted a visit I had to rescue him from Eloy’s covert Guinea Pig farms. So, a simple breakfast sounded nice. We met at Hangar Cafe, which is the diner style restaurant at the Chandler Airport. Not many (any) of my friends have babies except for Sara, so it’s always fun to see how fast the tot is growing and how fast he move.

They’ve conditioned him from birth to be in the air. Sara was 7 months pregnant and franticly trying to finish her private pilot’s license before she gave birth. Me on the other hand, if the commercials switch too quickly on the television I get a little queasy.

But I couldn’t resist an invitation to go up in the air and Pat is an excellent pilot. It was really a great experience. Pat was good about walking us through our safety briefing, explaining the instrument panel and letting everyone feel like they were taking part in the adventure.

I know I was green the whole trip, but I was so much fun going up with them. They’re so passionate about flying and made such an effort to make me as comfortable as possible. And as for the tot, do you think we already know what he’s going to be when he grows up?