When you’re married to a retired air traffic controller. . .
And this morning the control tower folks, mostly retired, are having breakfast together at the Urbandale Machine Shed Restaurant.
When you’re married to a retired air traffic controller. . .
And this morning the control tower folks, mostly retired, are having breakfast together at the Urbandale Machine Shed Restaurant.
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Lovely! Enjoy! 😎
Thank you, Victoria!
One wonders how God’s little feathered gliders instantaneously adjust to change course when necessary. I enjoyed Joyride so thanks Joy! Oh look-the trifecta of joy in the previous sentence! 🙂
Oh thank you, Nancy, and for your winsome addition!
Wonderful poem, Joy. Many thanks to all of the air traffic controllers!
Would you believe the Air Force took a farm kid/recent college graduate who’d never been on a plane and gave him a career he enjoyed? Even sent him to Vietnam in those early years. Thank you, Kellye!
Wow! That’s another story in itself, Joy. I bet he’s a great guy and has some stories of his own to tell.
Yes, he even fixes sink drains! (two of them yesterday)
What a guy! Mine mainly does yard work.
So evocatively described. Wonderful!
Bless you, Wynne!
I love your poem! The birds’ sense of movement is depicted very vividly.
Thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Joy!
Wonderful poem, Joy!
Thank you, Eilene!
I love your poem!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Bless you, Linda. I did have fun with this one!
🙂 🙂 🙂