I was looking at a Nautical Chart... it had double rows of dashed lines showing the routes that were taken by Spanish Galleons... particular to the Bahamas... The Old Bahamas Channel and the anchorages there and places they put in for potable water.... Some friends from Missouri had flown down we did not see everything eye to eye.. but got along fine.... with tools and equipment and man power... to do a fast job on repairing the Mission building... the twin engine Prop Jet they came down in was painted Green and White... and full of tools and materials...and the wrong sized screws we used anyway...to fasten the windows in, it was kind of a rickity plane... it had some peculiar traits... quit frankly it kind of creeped me out... the Pilot was an old fellow with a big belly and pants hiked up high wearing a thin leather belt and kind of looked like he could have a heart attack at any time.. during the flight... He did not care,we zoomed low over the field first to look for any obstacles .... goats, chickens, children, those sort of things....
My mind turned to Jimmy Carter....on final approach, He really is the only President I personally thought had integrity beyond reproach.... oh there must be a couple of skeletons in the closet somewhere to reiterate a phrase ... but you know what I mean? I wonder if he could publish a book of secrets on an Alien Agenda?
bidding us his fair well adieu .......... they could blame it on his brain cancer...
Our eyes only met twice in our lifetimes... once in Atlanta at Peach Tree De Kalb.... he would come and go with Mr. Orange his pre presidential Personal Pilot... I would pull the Orange and white Aero Star out of the hanger fuel it up and clean the windscreen.... wasn't that nice of me? and Friday was Pay day..... and then along would come Mr. Orange then Jimmy... and off they would Zoom in that high performance machine.. for being enveloped within the Troposphere any way.
The second occasion was at the Intersection on Big Pine Key Florida... Amy, Jimmy and Rosalynn were down vacationing... I was in the turn lane to head up Key Deer Blvd. and I looked over and there was Jimmy wearing a Train conductors cap... you know with those fine blue and white pin strips on the vertical and Rosalynn had a floral pattern Silk scarf on over her head and tied beneath her chin.... Jimmys and my eyes met... he opened his kind of wide when he looked at me in my beat.. red truck....I was peering over at him when he turned his head and our eyes locked briefly, maybe he liked it, Wow what a piece of crap you have there he may have been thinking or just surprised I had made them in their red Ford Taurus ...a real Rolls Royce in itself... the light turned green and that was that, It all made sense now, That was Amy I had seen earlier in the Drug Store....the day before that girl...in beige Shorts....
She was looking in the cosmetics.... as I walked past she look up at Mr. Scruffy... Maybe she got hot... I was younger then.
He is almost 90 now and I saw on the news... he has cancer of the liver and brain... he does not seem too sad... but a lot of other people probably are.
He forged ahead... on a lot of great routes... I myself have always rather admired the man.
The only President I have ever admired... must be a tough job....
something I will never worry about..... forging ahead......
Jimmy Carter and the routes of the great Spanish Galleons.
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