[recycled sixtie]

I thank the big guy upstairs that my daughter is engaged to an Irishman living in Canada and not a dude living in Australia. No offence to Australia or dudes there but location location location. The mere thought of flying like some total of 20(?) hours to Australia would deter me from going there very often. Destination wedding? Forget that LOL.

My first flight in an aircraft in the 1950's going from Lydd, Kent UK to Le Touqet France for a total of about 20 minutes was exciting. The aircraft was a Bristol Freighter. Cars are loaded on the bottom and we sat in a cabin above the cars. The engine noise on takeoff will live with me forever.

Guy.