SUNDAY, JANUARY 30, 2005
Goes to Skypilot #18 who has taken on good works, such as:
I have been on a mission to help other people. Even if I don't know them. I have successfully accomplished important missions. The first happened in a WinCo parking lot when some young person locked his keys in his car late one night. He lived 5 miles away so I offered to take him home to get his set of spare car keys. I found out his girl was pregnant and sent him to the store for pickles and ice cream. He didn't have to break a car window which would have cost him money I know he couldn't afford.
The next assignment was for a friend of my winemaking buddies that live out by Dundee. This kid's Grandpa is terminally ill with cancer. He is taking care of him through these last painful days. So I had the idea to go out to Bend with a bunch of his pals and cheer him up. It was somber but none the less the right thing to do. I drove them in the Bozo Bus 54 and I think we made a difficult situation a little more bearable. I know what he's going through as I had to do the same thing for my father when he was dying from cancer back in 1992....
I've gone through our vast collection of warm jackets and thick warm shirts that we never wear and are gathering dust. Tomorrow I am driving down to the Portland Rescue Mission to drop off a sack of warm clothing for the street people and homeless souls out there. I know it can get very cold in the weeeeee hours of the morning. With so much wrong in the world I feel it my obligation to try to do something positive. Every day. 24/7. I'm trying to make amends meet with those pesky burnt bridges.
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The weirdest act happened over the last week. My friend, Jim Pepper insisted that I go to a university used book sale. I was about fifth in line behind rapacious book scouts. Upon entering, I noticed at "subject" placard, "alcoholism." Never had seen that one before. I got there first and encountered four shelves of books on alcohol and drug addiction. After "creaming the load (taking anything that I could make some dough on)I was left with nearly a hundred titles on rehab from both drugs and booze. What to do with the "dogs"- clean usable but unsaleable copies. Then it came to me- they could be donated to a rehab clinic in Pasadena through my good friend, who was once an internationally famous addict, not a bad criminal, and underneath all the waste, a gentleman.
One other small note of charity on my mother's behalf. She's always worked needlecraft but, outside of keeping me alive, never committed an act of charity in her life. Now at seventy-three years old she is quilting lap-blankets for aged veteran because, in her words, "The old farts need a smoke and are forced to outside in the cold. They might as well be warm while they're killing themselves." Hear! Hear!
-- skypilot Chas
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Last night Allyson was walking home from work at 5:30. It was below zero out. She sees an elderly woman standing in front of the hospital in the cold--she said the woman was well into her 80s. She went up to her and asked if she was o.k. She was waiting for The Ride, which is the Boston Dial A Ride. Allyson asked how long she had been out there, and she said 20 minutes. Apparently, she missed the 3:30 The Ride and, at 5:10, the person at the desk SENT HER OUTSIDE to wait!!! Can you imagine?--they sent an elderly woman outside in sub zero weather to wait for a ride. So, Allyson said she'd stand there and wait with her. After 15 minutes, no one came. So, now the lady's been out there 40 minutes, and Allyson said she didn't look so good. So, she called The Ride and was put on hold--for another 20 minutes. Now, Allyson is freezing too. She tried to get the old lady to tell her where she lived (Newton--a suburb of Boston), but the lady was reluctant--she didn't know Allyson. Allyson was going to get her roommate and give the lady a ride home. So, instead, she brings the lady inside--get this, the lady goes--I can't really see can you help me? The lady was blind on top of everything. So, Allyson's really angry-she goes to the desk and says--you sent this woman outside to wait and no one ever came. The lady behind the desk immediately knew that she'd done something wrong---she said she'd give the lady a voucher for a free taxi. The elderly woman was proud and didn't want to take it. Allyson convinced her, put her on a taxi and sent her on her way.
-- Skypilot Sandy
SATURDAY, JANUARY 8, 2005 BIG HOG SHOT DOWN
Take your time. Take all the time you can, remembering time is money and if you need money seek no further than how much time you have on your hands or as grampa said, 'Hold out both hands, shit in one and wish in the other and see which one fills up faster.' Time waits for no man. What's that other famous saying? Something about, sure, it will happen, it will happen when pigs fly. Well, we pilots know that is not an impossibility. It is a Skypilotclub reality, one we participate in every day.
Big Hog got shot down. The fellow in the pictures is Larry Earley, He lives about 30 miles from Orlando, in the very rural community of Okahumpka, just off the Florida turnpike in Lake County, Florida. He has 20 acres of land and on it, a few cows and horses. Mostly it's pasture land that is fenced with woods surrounding him. For more on Larry, click on:
MONDAY, JANUARY 10, 2005
Some say Big Hog is a trick hog and the whole thing is a hoax. Not one to be taken in, Capn Skyp went to hog central to get the true poop. Unfortunately, Poop Hog couldn't be roused out of a deep sleep so the question remains: how do we question the remains?
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 5, 2005
They demolished me yesterday at the dentist, not once but twice, at ungodly eight in the AM and again at eleven, reducing me to groveling and begging for more novocain which allowed me to endure the torture but later when the novocain wore off the pain took me down the painkiller path all the way to laughing my ass off at the Trojans putting it to the Sooners, teach those Oklahomans in their pantywaist wagon to race the big white horse around the football field, at least that's what I thought I was watching and when I woke up this morning I vowed to get back to work on my Vietnam novel, forget all this incidental folderol.
-- Capn Skyp
By Paul Krassner
Here's an example:
The Maintaining High Standards
Award-to the Estate of Johnny Cash, for
refusing to allow a hemorrhoid commercial to use Cash's song, "Ring of Fire.
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submitted by skypilot Zimmon MONDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2004
So the cable company has to bury the line and in doing so they cuts the phone line so the phone company has to put in a splice and bury it but everything is working okay and then we gets a bill from the phone company for 89 dollars for the ditchdigging after the phone guy says it's a freebie so now I gots to deal with those doofs over the billing plus my slow slow slow internet connection has gotten even slower, ah sweet bird of goof.
So this young skypilot comes back from a longago and faraway mission with a little bundle of joy. Jaws agape, the family accepts the package which comes equipped with a magnificent yelping cry, two nappies, one bottle, a carrier and a stroller.
Little Lola is the tyke's moniker and anatomically correct, too, I might add. After a weekend getting acquainted, attending two holiday parties, a dinner out, and two nights of waking up too many times, the outerspacedout creature departed this morning to take up residence in another pilot's pad, clutching in its tiny hand the activity report required in order to travel about the planet.
Dressed in the latest intersellar fashion garb, the ol' Cap'n girds his loins, stuffs hisself full of aspirins and coffee and prepares to take off on a mission fraught with spiderwebs, raccoon poop and other mysteries for he is not going aloft but down under. Down under the house for the yearly chore dreaded so much it has been put off much too long; usually undertaken in the warmth of Indian Summer, now cold December day but sun is out and rain is forestalled, so here he goes to examine the state of the heating ducts.
The report is in. Situation not so grim as first thought. Protective chicken wire has kept the critturs out. The heating ducts are secure, a bit droopy here and there but that's easily fixed and, covered with webs and filth, the intrepid explorer sheds his duds on the porch and hies to the shower, another mission accomplished.
Roof is next.
I just returned from a 2-week solo trip (pleasure trip) to London.
My little journey was a perfect opportunity to test my new SkyPilot card in international territory.
I clipped my SkyP card to my camera strap and off I went. And by golly, everything went smoothly for the entire two weeks. I know for certain it was due (in part) to my Sky Pilot card.
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