A week ago last Monday, my father-in-law Harvey turned 75. Carole and Jeremy wanted to do something special for him on his actual birthday, so in spite of some concerns from the other siblings, they drove up to Big Bear, took Harvey to lunch, then took him to Big Bear Airport for a training flight. Carole had some altitude problems with some recent dental work, so Jeremy and my brother-in-law Michael joined Harvey and the instructor in the plane.
By all accounts Harvey had a great time. The instructor let him taxi, take off, and fly almost the entire way - but took over for the landing, as you'd expect. Michael wrote a nice note to Carole on how well it went, and how much Harvey enjoyed everything.
Yesterday, Karen and some others arranged for Harvey to take a helicopter training ride from Rialto Airport. It was a two-seater, so only Harvey and the instructor flew, but Karen got some nice video of the take off and landing. Afterwards, we all met at Karen's for hamburgers, hot dogs, and sauerkraut - apparently a favorite of Harvey that Pat only prepares on the rare occassion. Yvette picked some up from a nearby German deli, and it smelled okay enough - but I couldn't overcome my childhood aversions enough to take a taste.
Carole is up in Stockton with her friend Debbie visiting Cindy, Randy left it to Suzie and the kids to show the family flag, and Ann was in Arizona watching Jimmy's baseball team, but everyone else was there. The food was good, the company fun, and everyone had a great time as far as I could tell.


