I started the day at the airfield, cooking breakfast for about 20 people who showed up to watch my copy of "Air America". Bruce enjoyed it enough that he's borrowed it to watch it with his wife.
I straightened some of the locking pins for our hangar door. I was thinking I'd pull the out then use the tow hitch on the van, but the hole that the pin that holds the tow hitch in is almost exactly the right size, so I used that instead. Hopefully now they won't drag on the ground when the hangar owners come to see what needs to be done to fix the doors next week.
I pottered around the house doing odds and ends until I could go back to the airfield and fly. I helped Jack sort out the M-Squared, then we headed out to fly along the river. It was pretty windy, and when I realised that we'd taken 20 minutes to get there, I figured we would head home before it got dark. We put everything away, they stood around talking until Jim Volk showed up to see if we wanted to buy his Cherokee. Neither of us did.