Short Final: Rainy Days

One Sunday morning my home airport was forecast to have low clouds and drizzle until around 10 a.m., when the rain would stop. I got an early start to the airport to do some approaches before the clouds lifted. I check in with my sister on Sunday mornings, so this day I called her on my way to the airport. She knows that when I call early it usually means I’m going flying.

She said, “I would have thought you’d prefer to fly on nice, sunny days, not gloomy rainy mornings.”

I responded with, “Any fool can fly an airplane on a nice, sunny day…” but before I could say anything more she came back with, “Yeah, but it takes a special kind of fool to go flying on a rotten morning like this.”

Mark Klebanoff
Worthington, OH