Off We Go...

With John's life-long love of aviation, I took him to the Cameron County Airport north of town. There is a big imposing fence all around the FBO, but we made our way in. We were greeted almost immediately by the guy who runs the FBO. When he could see that we were relatively harmless, he left so we could look around.

From there, it was on to Brownsville and another FBO. Right across from that is the Commerative Air Force Museum. Yes, it used to be the Confederate Air Force, but they've undergone a name change thanks to political correctness. As air museums go, they didn't have a lot of aircraft, but they had a very nice display of memorabilia from World War II. John has about 5,000 hours in a B-26, so he was particularly interested in one display regarding that.



Back home, we took a once-around-the-island tour on Wild Blue, then settled in on the deck for a sunset.

The time has been going quickly. We never did get a walk on the beach done, but he did get to see a pretty good slice of how we live here.