Whenever I start thinking life is going well something bad happens. Nothing bad has happened but from past experiences I'm very leery of letting myself think that everything is coming up roses. But I will do just that for a little bit.
I've recently reconnected with some of my old flying buddies (virtual flying) and we are searching for the lost member of the 35thCAG. The guy I've know longest, Dadman (I call him Daddy-O) have never really lost touch completely and I'm grateful for that. I met him on the virtual flight deck of the USS Essex back in 2000 and we quickly became friends. He's my eternal wingman and a better one will not be found.
I've also reconnected with my friend and mentor, Rob, from my days in the courier company's repair shop. I was very happy to find him still kickin'.
For the moment, I'm a happy camper :)