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The joy you can find in another’s misfortune can be short-lived. I think Julio should have seen that one coming way earlier…
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I don’t know why Julio is that shocked. After all, scrap metal isn’t all that worthless nowadays!
Talking about scrap, my refrigerator broke down yesterday, and I spent about two hours just trying making it stop beeping. I ended up having to take out the cicruit board and remove the beeper with my soldering iron… Good times, good times. Fortunately it’s quite cold outside right now, so I can stash my food on the porch in the meantime.
While Mike is returning from the Helicopter Expo in Dallas, Chuck is busy working on his F4U Corsair. If he keeps up this speed, his baby will be flying as early as 2085!
What can I say? A lot of me “helping” my dad as a kid consisted of the same type of activity. But I was able to get him back later when he offered to help me work on the Chicken Wings airplane. Suddenly I was in charge and he was watching. It felt kinda weird though, I have to say…
Maybe Chuck should try to pursue a career at the FAA. After all, he’s also here to help! I remember, when I was a kid, that “helping” my dad was the greatest thing, whenever he was building or repairing something around the house. Looking back, I think it usually consisted of the type of help that Chuck is now enlisted for, but at the time it felt really great to be of assistance.
Don’t you hate it too when other people organize your stuff? It started out when I was a kid. I always had a messy room and my mom would always beg me to at least just leave a lane of floor open from the door to the bed and the window. After stepping on my share of lego pieces, I now understand where she was coming from and want to apologize retroactively! Occasionally she just couldn’t bear it anymore and would clean up the room. And I would say, “Moooo~~m! Why did you do that? I was gonna clean it myself today anway!”
Well, now, as a grown-up (not sure if “adult” applies), no one interferes with my PIDS (put it down somewhere) organizing system in my office. Still can’t find half my stuff most of the time. I am convinced there are gremlins in this house, disorganizing my things! Now where did I put my tin-foil hat?!
Well, uhm… Today is one of those days where I can’t come up with anything to write about, related to the subject. Just enjoy the strip!
But here are some news for those of you who aren’t subscribed to our newsletter:
NEW CORSAIR T-SHIRT
We have recently added a new t-shirt to the portfolio of our US Online Shop. This design is another shot at a cool shirt instead of going for funny or cute. The Vought F4-U Corsair is our favorite airplane ever, so no wonder Chuck is loving them too and trying to build one. This shirt is a tribute to a world class famous fighter plane from back in the day, Chicken Wings Style.
Talking about F-4U Corsairs… You will be able to see a lot of those AND buy this t-shirt at the Chino Airshow this coming weekend:
CHINO AIRSHOW, MAY 14/15
We’ll have a booth at this year’s Chino Airshow this weekend. If you’re in the area, be sure to go! And if you’re going, be sure to stop by at our booth, where you will be able to meet and talk to Mike, who will be trying to peddle our trinkets there (including our new t-shirt).
You can find out more about the event at their website: www.planesoffame.org
The program is jam-packed with awesome vintage warbirds, flybys and aerobatics performances. One of the aerobatics pilots is a friend of ours, Rob Harrison a.k.a. the “Tumbling Bear”, who will be flying at 11:25-11:40 in his Zlin 50LX. You definitely don’t want to miss out on that one!
Both Mike and I went to a special kind of senior high school that we’ve got here in Austria (called HTL). You start at around age 15 and it lasts for five years (for most people, at least). We used to have a whole day of workshop class, and we started out with filing a block of metal… I guess we must have spent almost a month filing that stupid block, trying to make certain patterns and to get it perfectly even etc. etc., just to start over again, 1mm smaller. My whole body was hurting at night from that stupid exercise!
Well, but this experience also had it’s upside: I can now totally relate to Daniel-San when he has to do the wax-on, wax-off exercise!
A little slapstick here and there never hurt anybody . . . . except in this case . . . poor Ray.
Btw, this strip is pretty old. Look how different Julio looked back then!
I have spent many summers fighting fire with a mechanic I really like and trust. He’s a little OCD but that’s not a bad thing for an A&P mechanic in my mind. One thing he really hates is when we work on the aircraft together and I am not using the proper tool. “There is a right tool for every job! I can’t believe you’re using your leatherman!” is what he tells me all the time. “Let me just do this! Walk away and do some pilot stuff!” But he is usually with the fuel truck filled with “right tools” while I usually end up on a hill trying to investigate a chip light or something “field-maintenance”-style. So I get used to my leatherman (which is actually a Gerber tool to be exact, one of my favorite things in the world) and I almost want to say I am getting quite good with this multi tool.
Anyways, as so many times before, my life stories usually end up as a comic strip with chickens in it…
