I was moving mulch when I heard the sound of the truck coming around the bend...
Once again, Brown was delivering another order from QVC. This happens often enough, I'm on a first name basis with driver "Tim". It's easy to forget... the only thing Tim delivers is boxes, not first-class mail, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised how little he knows about me personally.
"You plan on moving that whole pile today?"
"No, I've gotta quit in a few minutes and get a shower. I have to fly with a student at 4."
"You're an instructor? I've always wanted to fly helicopters. I fly a R.C. helicopter."
I quickly produce and hand him a business card.
"You have a REAL advantage, Tim. R.C. guys learn to hover in no time at all... it's just a matter of visualizing yourself inside the cockpit!"
"My schedule is full for the next couple months, but I could probably start in September."
"Great! Late September through October is the best flying weather anyway, once the morning fog burns off. I can probably have you soloed in a couple weeks!"
And Tim smiles.
He looks good, smiling in his brown uniform.
He'll be fun to teach.