.... 22 years ago next Wednesday, I was giving airplane rides at Richlands Municipal Airport, Va. on a pleasant Saturday afternoon. Three girls pulled into the parking lot and said they wanted to go airplane riding; twin sisters and their friend who lived in a town about 35 miles up the road. I had a Skyhawk that day, and the twin with the prettiest smile, Lisa, was asked to sit up front beside me. Their ride lasted considerably longer than what was usual, as I was picking small cumulous clouds to fly through the edge of, up around 5,000'.
We got back down and as Lisa was getting out, she said "That is the best time I've ever had in my life", while looking right into my eyes with that *look*.... you know, THAT look! Three months later she became Mrs. White!
Not long after that, she appeoached me one day and asked; "Which one do you love better, flying or me?" I said; "Honey, you'll always come first in my life, but Flying runs a very close second, and I'd hate to ever have to choose between the two."
So she never said anything else about my flying, and my model building (which pre-dated flying by about 10 years) became something she just accepts as Part of Who I Am.
About 14 years ago, my Grandmother taught her how to make Quilts by hand, so she spends just as much time consumed in her hobby too. Modeling in my "Cave", and Quilting is hers, we respect that about each other.
"Honey, have you been cleaning up my work desk again?"
Frank