Lola's Salon

Wow, LOLA! The steam is rising up out of this public library computer, even! Wooo-hooooo! You are a woman after my own sensibilities - yee ha! Please, write us again just how that - er - work- is coming along....

cobalt
Sunning herself in the 71 degree balmy weather...

Stradee returns home from slopes asking herself "What was I thinking"!!!

Not a complete disaster / have lean and stop down pretty well/ knees rebelling at the thought of flying down a ski slope sideways with total abandon/ however when there's a will, etc.

Stradee is freezing / asks Fifi to run an epson salts bath / Fifi replys - "I'll just add a packet of Aura Cacia for you dear". "Fifi, you're the greatest",
Stradee says appreciatively.

Stradee sits comfortably in Aromatherapy bath with lit candles surrounding the beautifully designed claws foot tub.

"I've decided" Stradee says, as she spells the words "new snowmobile"
in aromatherapy bath bubbles...

Into the Salon there appears a figure, old grey flightsuit and helmet still on with oxygen mask dangling aside, the dark visor still down. 'Hey, who turned out the lights?' said danon darkly from somewhere inside the helmet.
Lola looking at the enigmatic vision said 'Silly, raise your visor'
'Oh, that's better' said danon as he took off the helmet and carefully placed it in it's bowling ball like bag. Ok, what's been happening around here? he said, then eyeing Timber said, 'Nice boots! I don't think we've met - I'm danon'
Before they could shake hands danon said 'smells like linguine, limburger and just a touch of liverwurst in here!' About that time Timbers two dogs came from around the end of the bar where they had been licking up all the spilled beer.

Hi Cobalt..........will keep you all informed, I will. Happy to entertain the public library computer........into every life a little sunshine should fall. Trevor and Lola are getting on just fine. Very nicely............. swimmingly........... The Arizona sun sounds great! It's been cold in New York for several weeks now. Danon and Timber, what cute little puppies you have here.

Sleepy day.........looking forward to some fun tonight. Lola saw The Pianist last night. Very wonderful movie.

jes looks up from her paperwork. "So much to do, not enough hours in a day." jes adds water to the Instant-Secretary(TM) mix and waits for Carol from the Bob Newhart show to miraculously appear.

LOL Jes. You are working very hard.

Skiddd... THUMP!

HofT - having by now with Danon's assistance perfected landing approach on very short field behind Lola's townhouse - arrives early from Quebec after squeezing route between 2 snowstorms. Hugs and kisses Danon, Timber, and Timber's puppies, all happily ensconsed by the fireplace in the Salon. A small blizzard of paperwork is visible through the open door of the study; walking in to investigate, HofT discovers Jespah frantically sorting through stacks of legal briefs.

"Hi Jespah, happy 2003 - whatever happened to the paperless
office?"
"Happy 2003 to you too, HofT! We're still far from the paperless office but one of us has reached the cashless society."

From subsequent dialogue it transpires that Blatham, who gallantly signed check for USD 134 million to pay for HofT's Christmas present, a F-117, is now assisting some bailiffs with their inquiries on why the check was returned by his bank; the jet, alas, was returned to the manufacturer on the same occasion. Jespah, the Salon's own legal eagle, hopes to arrive at an early settlement so Blatham can rejoin his friends <G>

Short landing field! Three dumpsters pushed together and strung with festive blinking Christmas lights ought to count for something. Insufficient funds...it happens to everybody now and again, it's a luck thing.

My heckalapeter only requires ONE dumpster to land on. said danon nonchalantly. That would save Lola two dumpsters worth of much needed money to invest in more beverages. What do you think HofT?? said danon.

Lola's Salon
Stradee greets Hoft, Jes, and Lola "Hi Guys" Stradee grins and introduces the ladies to her friend Hagrad/ he and Stradee arriving Lola's on super charged Harley.

Jes, we have a solution to reposessed F 11, rudely taken from Hoft and at Christmas even!!!! Hagrad promises to cover Blatham's purchase by magically entering Visa card numbers at Diagon Alley Bank which will remain nameless. Blatham must supply Hoft with jet fuel for F 11 from airports of her choosing. Bernice must realize a promise is a promise/ Jes has law written somewhere providing evidence of that fact. Blatham joins his friends at Lola's and buys a round of drinks for the house.

Ok, that settled, Hoft, Lola, Jes, and Stradee decide to take a spin in new F 11 landing at state-that-shall-remain-nameless-also- sanctuary where Hoft intends visiting wolfie foster doggie. Careful with flight plan till Visa clears, Hagrad rides shotgun on supercharged Harley.

Huddled by landing strip extension behind Lola's townhouse - consisting of 3 dumpsters, now stacked one on top of the other so antennas have clear line of sight to unidentified F-111 (?) - Danon, Timber, and HofT frantically transmit on emergency frequency:

"Stradee - look up FAR / AIM 2003 "Interception Procedures"! Start rocking wings, following, and show steady landing lights!"

Still in the study, Jespah starts pulling out her hair at thought of additional paperwork coming her way - now involving check- and credit-card kiting. <G>

<timber wonders who else see's HofT's Aardvark, and how it transformed itself from a Wobbly Goblin?>



timber

Lola instructs Withers to run to the bank and obtain a bank check for the amount in question...........we need all involved to be free to run about as they would like.......prison can be a terrible place to sleep. Hoping it's in time. Jeffers brings out the champagne and Lola asks HofT to take her and Blatham and any other willing participants for a little ride in her areoplane.... Danon, will you come too? Timber, even the dogs are welcome, but Jes has to leave the paper work in the study where it belongs.

Hmmm, Blatham is buying drinks. Wonder if he has any good champagne? I also wonder what HofT, danon, stradee and timber are doing out by the dumpsters with an aardvark, previously known as a wobbly goblin? Isn't it supposed to be an F11?

If it is, indeed, an F11, would HofT consider giving me a spin? Oh to fly close to the stars, higher, even, than the eagles.Maybe Jes could get away for a little while--it would do her good to take a break from all the paper work.

Later, Cobalt and I are going out on the town. This is something we've talked about for some time--now it's time to act on our fantasies..... I wonder if Piffka would come along? I know she's always ready to party.

http://www.photovault.com/Link/Military/AirForce/show.asp?tg=MYFVolume10/MYFV10P12_11 Aardvark/F-111


http://www.photovault.com/Link/Military/AirForce/show.asp?tg=MYFVolume07-08/MYFV07P15_19 Wobbly Goblin/F-117(HofT's Fave)


http://www.photovault.com/Link/Military/NavalAviation/show.asp?tg=MYNVolume07-08/MYNV08P07_09 Tiger/F-11



timber

Timber, wow, they are beautiful! I especially love the first two. The Wobbly Goblin might be my favorite, but the Stealth has such a sleek look, hard to decide. Have you flown any of them?

Lola's Salon
Stradee vectors past Lola's / rocks wings of new F 11 and banks toward the right / Stradee sends emergency message " Check is good ~ Repeat Check is good " .......

Stradee shines strobe on three dumsters piled in parking lot / jet landing gear engaged/ reverse pitch / Stradee attempts first short field landing while Danon, Timber, and Hoft dive toward Salon.

Stradee brings jet's nose up a tad/ bounces once clearing dumsters/ then full stop by the stables.

Stradee alits from F 11 Jet / headset askew with a look on her face / hands the keys and flight instructions to Hoft thanking her for landing instructions/ then immediately asks Lola for a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Jes finds copy of "promise law" and attaches copy to flight fuel contract, signed by Blatham.

"Now where did I put that receipt", says Stradee.

Stradee stops in her tracks ~ runs toward Jet and breaths a sigh of relief.

The 7 of F117 accidently covered by Haggrad's cloak during take off.

Nah, never driven one of those. I've seen examples of them up pretty close, and have even had occasion to have some minor interaction with one of them. Myself, a bunch of other folks pretty much dressed just like me, a couple of big towtrucks, a huge, tank-like tracked recovery vehicle, and a whole lot of flashing lights spent a soggy, rain-drenched evening coaxing an F-111B out of some mud. Quite a bit of coaxing was required, and we made a helluva mess out of what had been a neatly manicured patch of grass. The incident had a small part to play in the Navy's decision not to adopt the plane. The Air Force did, however, and a variant is still in service, beneficiary of over three decades of upgrades, improvements, and refittings.

My own flying is done in a somewhat less sophisticated, more economical craft. A Garden Tractor hauls mine from hangar to grass strip, alas. I envy those boys their big, Ground-Power-Providing tugs, and the concrete of their facillities. However, I can fly quite a while on less fuel than one of them burns just spinning up its engines from a cold start.



timber