A bank of altocumulus forms into ragged ranks in the morning sky.

A bank of altocumulus forms into ragged ranks in the morning sky.


As another lovely dawn lifts the veil from the landscape, hydro poles march diagonally across the scene.

Trees in the distance, wreathed in morning fog.

Among the many planes at last weekend’s air show was this P-51D Mustang.

An aircraft streaks to its destination across the pond.

I am thrilled that my schedule once again gives me the opportunity to see such glorious spectacles, and to share them with you.

The night before my magical plane ride my brother and I attended the Detroit Tigers – Boston Red Sox game. We had great seats – Row 15 just past third base.
It ended badly for the Tigers, 10-2 Sox. Papi, David Ortiz, had a good night. Two for three – single, two-run homer, and a walk. It was good to see him have a good night during his last year.

My dad flew the C-47 Skytrain troop transport airplane in World War II. I had the great good fortune to ride in one the other day. The experience gave me the opportunity to experience a tiny sliver of how he spent about 2 1/2 years of his life.

A sunflowers’ butter yellow and dull brown stand out against the background of green and bright pinkish-white.
