Mike, thanks for the memories. You are two years older than me - I was born at the Osteopathic Hospital - the old one on east Douglas - in 1959. I graduated from Wichita High School North, and in earlier years attended school in Maize. I also worked at Cessna for a short time, working on the left wing of the 310/340 line as a metalworker. I still have a couple of scars on my hands from the razor sharp aluminum. Pogo's is long gone, and dragging Douglas had gone away, came back and now is gone again. I'm confident that our paths crossed often.
Thanks for the follow. I've not got much done in the garage lately. After starting a new job a few months ago I got COVID. Fortunately, in my case it was minor compared to others. But it did slow me down as my strength and endurance is not what I would like. I did have one lasting impact - I lost my sense of smell. Or more accurately, it is severely degraded. And I am having olfactory hallucinations. I smell burning wheat stubble. Again, I'm fortunate, as some smell far worse things. But the hallucinations are full blown - scratchy throat, watery eyes and acrid smell. I know, weird.
Maybe it's getting better. The last few nights I've smelled prairie fires, but so has my wife, because the Flint Hills are ablaze. Which is funny - I don't know if my sense of smell is getting better, or my hallucinations coincide with actual smoke.
I have been making slow progress on the garage and the Thunderbird, but not enough to write about.
We've had a bumper crop of tomatoes this year. My wife and I have canned over 100 pints of tomatoes - both stewed tomatoes and salsa.
Thanks for following along.