Hangin' at the Hangar
In lieu of napping while the carpet cleaners refreshed our sandy carpets, Hal and I joined the Kindergarten classes at the Iowa City Airport.
It was awesome.
We saw the University of Iowa jets, a Piper Cub (circa 1937), a classmate's dad's airplane, and a bunch of helicopters, including the air care helicopter that works with the hospital!
This pilot-kid-man-instructor-guy said to Henry, after Henry peered into his cockpit, said, "So, you gonna be a pilot?!?" Can I really? YEAH, man!
I've always been in awe of the flight nurses who walk around the hospital in their snazzy black jumpsuits, studded with hemostats and IV cannulas. They own an air of competence, respect, and honor. Today, we got to peek inside their "report room" and take a walk in their shoes (cop a seat in their chair).
It was totally worth skipping nap to tag-along. Joel and I entertained a half hour fantasy about getting a little airplane ourselves, but then ... Nah, we're really more of a canoeing type of people. It's fun to dream, though.
It was an awesome field trip.