Buzby wrote:

My folks live right out in open countryside not so far from you.

One summers day we hear something interesting a coming - it was the BOB
flight.

The large table cloth was rapidly grabbed from the dining table and waved
enthusiatically in the garden. Next thing the Spit peels off and does a
double beat up of the house and garden before disppearing into the distance
waggling it's wings with glee.

Absolutely magical.


It's a man... in an aeroplane....

(...but I do share the sentiments!)

David