In a comprising composing Star

 Strange looking far down through a void and thinking ... Bury 'YOUR' beneath me.

Why it was a composing comprising Star... just out there.... Even the little boy saw it!

I so like you and your fruits of labor and joy 

Maybe I love you and your own moral Nation?

Baby! Aren't you a Secret!

Babe I don't promise this... Your own moral Nation.

Props and the same rivers flow that did...and against that know as the same still.

Come on don't you want to be our new behavior?

Invite yourself to the Party!

Home and the community air 

Home and community and the things not to say?

What's that?

A matter?

Show them how to fly 🕊️ perfect circles around a point.

Adjust the film speed to on different sides...

What a manuever.

You give me fresh ideas 💡.

What are any of us doing for our own mental health?

Very important as your train of thought is right?

When 'They' show an interview of somebody...

So he or she is doing it?

Are you willing to see they don't understand the climate there. 

A very few perhaps do.

The man on top of the hill may.

Half nuts

 I met this guy once looking at an apartment for my girlfriend  there was porn posted up on the walls inside....  

Before that he could not find the key to the door... he had a one gallon jar full of keys... he poured them all out on the deck in front of the dump... apartment.. and went sorting through them finally finding a set that fit the front door... the place was appalling.............. inside.. porn  on the walls and beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere... all for only 800.00 a month.

I found out later why maybe the guy was kind of  crazy......

He had found himself on the wrongside of a  deal once in an airplane in flight.. his cohorts  or whomever deciced to teach him a lesson... they tied a rope around his feet and pushed him out of the baggage door and fed line out with him attached at the other end at altitude in flight ... then reeled him in and spared his life....

But I guess he never was the same after that kind of special trauma.

I guess he went a little KOOKY? afterwards...

Some might say Half nuts?

The Pink and Blue Piper Navajo

Eric Von ZEFFER   was at the Controls..... and he was a bit nervous... he had only been behind the yoke... in  the right seat for a few hours and now here he was alone in San Andros with the plane  as the Pilot in Command.... and it was  packed to the gill's with the family that owned the plane  and needed  to get to Nassau Pronto!  As they had a commercial flight to catch.... that evening....

It was dusk  and the sun was  two fingers above the horizon  to further enhance the  pleasantries  of the situation.....  one woman on board had mentioned she had been on the prior days flight in the same Airplane and said the right engine had been intermittently back  firing....  and had anything been done about 'IT' ?    Joys...... he thought to himself..... he did not know what to say.... except... 'Don't worry about it mam'  he got both engines started and discovered  the brakes were spongy..... A couple of the young children on board were bickering and another crying.... it was very soothing....

He could not do a proper run up as the plane would move forward ... prior to reaching run up R.P.M.

So he figured that meant... see how she was  producing  power on the take off roll... in other words just  GO for it!   and Forget the Mag. check...The old balls to the wall trick...  up and out suck the gear up... and   besides .... the runway was plenty long in Nassau.... so he could just come in behind the power curve operating  at  Gross weight or over a bit   and drop it in and chop the power...   there should be plenty of room to come to a stop without any brakes... or the little he had... he wondered why it was the Starboard engine  had been  belching the prior day?  as he adjusted the trim... or so he was told by a passenger ......... maybe just a little shit in the fuel or perhaps  a little water... causing it to pop.... ?

and  Everyone was so anxious to go.... and the sun was setting...... he had lots of time in the Cherokee 6 and of course the  182 172's and 150's and Arrows.... but only about 5 hours in the Navajo with the suspect engine on its starboard side.....  one of the two and  he had not wrapped up his   multi engine rating just quite yet...... but never fear he had read about how to handle engine failures... in  the flight manuals ... several times...

Way he had it figured worst case scenario   was just  pull the power back on both engines ....  or...   Step on the good engine  and that same rudder peddle and lower that wing   and see what happened ... as long as he was not Slow.... in dumping the nose....

He had a massive set of Balls........  for a 21 year old.... His Resume might read.... 'Mi Name es Erich Von ZZZeffer.... I have only 5 howers is za Navajo..... but.... I feel da confidenze... ve vill Make it'........

Fly the Bahamas........

Tennessee

There he was... in the Appalachians .............
The huge wooden buildings were set in close with the overgrown Forest.......

Who ever designed and built the structures had in mind lots of light.....
Sky lights, Windows and doors...... were everywhere....

Apparently the enemy over the years  was Leakage.........

Great idea he thought to himself but now everything was rotten wet and moulding ... a non repairable mess....  of what once was quite the place.........

He went into the local do drop inn.......... not far away....... down the road  ' a piece'

Damn if people there weren't friendly as Hell.......

He had wondered why in the World would you ever want to live up here?

Maybe he was finding out...........

The Girl started singing...........  boy she hit home......... she sang.......

"Since you've been gone I've been Thinking........ Whats longer then you and shorter then me?"

an older woman pulled up a chair to the table he was sitting at....  and there was conversation going on at the adjoining table... on about so and so needing a place to park her camper for a while... NO Problem plenty of ROOM.... so and so has a spot over down below Clarks Ridge... with lots of good clean Drinking water....... she'll be fine there for a while......

He was explaining to the woman sitting at the table with him how where he came from the people had grown hard  and Calloused..... and everyone had P.T.S.D........ as he began to tear up........

Here the people really liked Ketchup... never set the bottle on the floor he was Scolded by her.... and they all  wore threadbare shoes..........

Happy as Shit ..... tapping their feet to the music as the Girl Sang.... her Lament of having left from down there...... and it's Folly.....

The Catchy Refrain.... was clear as day.... " Since you've been gone ; what's longer then me and shorter then you?'

and...  "Since you've been gone and I'm living in Tennessee..."

He went into conversation once again as she sang the refrain... with the lady explaining how where he had come from folks had grown and become Hard and Calloused.... it was release therapy.... Cathartic .......

and he observed:   The Peoples those mountain Folk Seemed to know about the way it used to be......

They seemed  overall... warmer and to care more for one another... and there was clean water around clean enough to drink.......

Maybe his opinion was changing?

and where he had come from was the fucked up place.......

A chain of harsh Islands...... That they always have been...

Collecting ... only Certain Sorts........ like a Ferrous Magnet... drawing in.... or repelling...

With all the best of intentions......... of Course...... Either way.........

Freaky No Good Feeling

Have you ever experienced a freaky no good feeling?

Forrest had the distinct pleasure yesterday......

He was installing an outboard engine bracket on the back of his trailer Sailor....  a 20' mono hull Sloop...

He had to crawl furthest most aft under the solid cockpit seat....  he could barely fit....

He guessed it was 104 degrees out....  crawling on forearms dragging his body... then putting washers then nuts on the through bolts... of course having to look backwards and overhead at it all.... sweating profusely.... and of course naturally the  threads were slightly marred.... thus not allowing them to thread terribly easily and having to use an end wrench..(a Spanner)  to incrementally tighten the little bastards.... while holding the bolt with a pair of pliers... two handed operations.... you see...

on the fourth  one... Forrest felt an  ensuing panic.......  He  guessed it was claustrophobia .... very enchanting... feeling... not divine at all........

He talked to himself in a soothing voice....   there , there, 'take a few deep breaths Forrest .... everything will be OK'..

Finally Forrest got the last stubborn mule of a nut... tightened up... and went back around all four of them and gave them a good final tweaking..... the caulking oozing out....

He couldn't back paddle quick enough to get his fat sweaty ass out from under the confines.... into the fresh... air....  and seeing all those dots.... before his eyes.... once out....

He don't want to go back up in there again........

Freaky No Good Feeling...........

The First and Foremost

Always Striving for something........

Perhaps there should be a chapter in fishing books on how to rescue yourself from drowning...?

Or a warm winter Jacket that is  buoyant... in case one were to slip in the mud  on a slope and fall into deep water or out of a boat in winter..........

instead of  being submerged beneath icy fast flowing water with just ones hands up above now and then reaching up ward for help... hoping someone will  give them a an extended shovel to grab a hold of and pull them selves up and out............ unless not seen.

To enjoy all the mulberry's and blue berry's that would be coming in abundance    the following spring .

Oh but it is not the subject is it?   I have strayed............. Sorry.......

A verse  an article a read...........  then the lesson remembered.....

Good, bad, sad, Happy?

The dreams of Christmas morning......

Optics and Memory..............

So which is it...?

That represents the Truth?

The First and Foremost?

THE Mountain Rescue

The Warning came across the radio... beware... of the down slope....... and the density of the air...and the power lines that went perpendicular .....

Realization was...... WOW!  braking was indeed  shit... and it was taking a really long time to slow down... he stomped on the left brake and managed to bring the whole affair around just prior to the end of the asphalt and nothing was damaged....  ' Well'  he thought.... that one was not taught in the text books he barely had time to think even.........

Now he could laugh........ it was over......

So there  he was,  He  had made it up into the mountains..... now he decided to go for a walk.... up the Canyon... everything was a  red color and  fairly soft.... the soil... and rocks...... could break loose and tumble

Up the crevice he went ... further , further, further... Steeper.... he started to feel frightened .... his little foot holds and hand holds became so important....... my if he slipped .... it was such a long ways down.... maybe around the next bend the way would become easy and clear....

Things had gotten out of hand.... His hands...

He had parked originally out of the way... down at the far end.... he did not want to be bothered or socialize particularly..........  he was annoyed in a general sense... nothing personal ...

Just liked it that way.. or thought he did....

and now, Oh!  he made it way up high and there he was trapped... funny there was a window just across the chasm.. and a girl cutting hair....   'Can you call for help? '   he asked of her...  yes in a matter of fact way... she said  .... ' you are not the first I have had to do so for '   he then asked of her..  do you have a cord I might hold on to in the mean time?'

She handed him a lengthy white electric cord like one attached to an ordinary table lamp....  frayed just  a bit towards the one end... he had his back to the cliff wall and now had the feeble electric  cord to hold on to or put in his mouth and clamp down on with his teeth ... or whatever he wanted....  and he wondered if the far end was attached to anything....?  Please..........

He asked the hair dresser girl.....  she told him... yes it was tied not to worry .... and the 'Mountain Rescue Crew' were on the way......  he slipped just a little about the same time... and found some roots to put his feet up against and that felt a touch better.... slam up against the vertical wall... Keep your head back Goofy........  unless you want to tumble and fall.....

Waiting was painstaking... but he kept telling himself help was now on the way.... to safety... being saved... from his poor decision........

At long last the professionals showed.... there was nothing in  their demeanor other then... ' Caution' no blaming no I told you so or Look another idiot.... about what they were doing... they lowered a device...  some basket with a connection...  and captured him...

He felt such overwhelming relief....  oh and how he wished and wanted to thank them in the most hearty way he knew how to compensate... his heart was overflowing with joy towards  his own rescue...  and the Rescuers .......

and he knew they were the responsible ones....  in their flight suites and screaming turbine engines.... and swinging baskets... nights in shining armor........

Now it was his job to navigate  out of that mess again... but he better call his old girlfriend first... he had this great need that she might be worried.... and how unfair to her...........

Once he explained he was sure she would understand how things were out of his hands for while...

He had seen a landslide earlier off in the distance you know? .. it looked deadly.... but it was far away over there...across the Canyon.... on the other side........

He found himself chiseling a stop off one of the massive hangar doors that was up  there in that high country....  he did not like it plain and simple..... so he managed to get a hammer and cold  chisel and hack a section off, and throw it into the dumpster....   with out being seen... then climbed back in his aluminum bird.... and he knew what he had to do next.... after all of that Trauma....

Carry on.......

So much for treachery....  he thought as he applied the throttle and began the roll... and the never to be forgotten.. lesson

So he hoped.......

THE

 Mountain Rescue