Love Story Number Two (Handshakes Are Alive and Well)
By Larry Shapiro
A few weeks ago I started a telephone relationship with a soybean and corn farmer “back home” in Kansas. No! Seriously, I really did. That was a record breaker, then, for distance; we’ve since had these same conversations and hand shakes from as far away as Austria, Afghanistan (for the second time) and we just added Russia.
By the way, we also just completed another handshake deal way out in Missouri on an airplane we’ve never seen and it was another homerun…have faith, my friends, have faith.
Birds of a Feather
For those of us who actually walk around when we do a “walk around” during the ceremony called a “pre-flight inspection,” we’ve been told that during certain times of the year we should be aware of pieces of grass or straw, and other non-descript items, in or around our cowl openings. I can honestly say I’ve done it once or twice and have never hit pay dirt until last week when I took a closer look under the bonnet and low and behold…Yep! There it was, or maybe I should say, here it is.