Ahh… Spring Has Sprung

As this is written, the taxiways are just starting to dry up, which means just one thing… the rainy season is coming. We have thought about pumps, plywood, and carpeting to ride it out for the weekend, but alas, mother nature rules. These are easily the wettest years that I can recall. We haven’t seen this much moisture since day thirteen from the days of the ark. We need a real good drying wind on a Tuesday or Thursday so that the field may be ready for the weekend.

I want to thank all those who have given me their ideas on what would be appropriate to support from the club’s funds. We have a great chance to do some good, and with the ideas brought forth, it will be a win-win situation for many.

Ed’s help was much appreciated for his filling in at the last meeting at short notice, and to Bob Kirkby for the loan of the projector on very short notice. We all look forward to the talk by Fred McCall at the next meeting. Calgary has a fascinating history, and few of us have had the opportunity to learn how the streets get their names.

On that note, my family came from Germany in 1926 and started farming that same week. They took many jobs to fill in the gaps, and one of them was to transport the German POWs to and from the work camps during the Second World War. They were often asked, by the guards, to listen in and report if any of them were planning an escape. As it turns out, over 6000 of these POWs returned to Canada after the war to set up residence. The facts were that the prisoners were better kept here than with their own German military. There was a documentary on the History Channel last week that confirmed all of those family stories.

Charles Lindbergh once said:

‘Whether outwardly or inwardly, whether in space or in time, the farther we penetrate the unknown, the vaster and more marvelous it becomes.’

Wishing you tailwinds and no bumps.