Today, July 13th, was a very quiet day. Joann and Bill went into town at noon and did not return until about 4:30. So what do I do when I am here all alone? Well, I check outside to see if we have any visitors (a Bear, Deer, White Squirrels, Humming Birds, or any of the many different birds that stop in from time to time)
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If all is quiet in the Outback I might read the paper but today I heard a plane going over and this got my memory into high gear. In Florida we lived in the flight path of McDill Air Force Base and we heard planes all day long coming and going. One day one of the Fighter Planes on a training mission crashed in Tampa Bay. The Pilot ejected and strapped into his Parachute, he landed in a tree on the bank of Tampa Bay. Well, all the emergency vehicles went by our home to get to the site of the crash and so we went down to see what had happened. The Lady that lived where he landed was out talking with him when we got there. He had asked her to call McDill and tell them he was alright. Â
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The Coast Guard came and got him down with the help of the Fire Department Ladder.  Oh, the plane, it's nose was buried in the sand of the Bay and it's tail was out of the water.Â
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I have two more Airplane stories to tell you - tune in tomorrow for the next  one.
