Previously: Sandra wanted to help, so Medlar Farkleberry called Collie McIntyre, who was working in the tower and asked her if she could train someone to help—she replied, “Send ‘em up, I sure need the help.”
A few minutes later—Collie began training Sandra in tower operations…
Meanwhile, Cap waited, and waited…
Season Eleven—Adventure 4—Cap—Episode 5: “How’s she doing, Collie?”
“I’ve only began training an hour ago, Andrew—and Sandy is already able to handle traffic with little supervision. Give me another half-hour, and she’ll be able to run the tower!”
“Would you consider a change of occupations?”
“No,” Sandra replied, “But you can count on me in situations like this.”
“Excellent,” Andrew grinned as Sandra & Collie left for Seven Tables.
As Sandra and Collie walked to Seven Tables, Sandra reflected that she did not know Collie very well. They had not had much chance to talk at the book club. She and Mac had been so kind sharing items to make Mandy comfortable. So being able to work with her was wonderful. “How long have you lived in Danger Bay Collie?”
“We moved here in 2007. Fell in love with the place like you have and have not wanted to go anywhere else. We do have a motorhome and travel on occasion but it good to come back to Danger Bay.” Collie replied “What about you Sandra, what was your life before you got married?”
“I was an only child. My parents were never unkind to me but they were so into their selves that I think they never should have had kids. In fact my father told me once I was a mistake. Both of my parents are gone so I am pretty much on my own except for a few cousins scattered about the country. I will tell you Mandy will never feel lonely again.”
“I can see you are going to be a wonderful mother and Danger Bay will be a good place to raise her. She is going to have many adventures here.”
With their break over they headed back to the tower. Each woman felt a closer bond forming and that is a good thing.
At the same time, a very happy pilot was making her way across Lake Superior—Linda Bryant Halvorson was flying at 30,000ft after leaving Rosenbaum Field Airport at Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin and flying around the area for several hours. That she was flying at all was only mildly surprising to her—she recognized that she wasn’t in the “Real World” as she was aware there was, in fact, a cyber-world—where things were different.
But not quite different enough—she still was afflicted with Multiple Sclerosis. That too mildly-surprised her.
That the P-51D Mustang she was piloting anticipated what she wanted to do and performed each and every maneuver without her actively moving the stick and rudder-pedals—and just knew when she wanted to control the airplane herself—now THAT surprised her!
She noticed a reflection off her starboard wing—a reflection from airplanes flying far below.
Linda wished she hadn’t spent so much time—and fuel—wandering about the Wisconsin countryside, as she suspected she knew at least one of the pilots—and probably both.
Y’see GENTLE READER—she too, is a GENTLE READER of this “Cheesy-Fiction” blog.
Meanwhile…Somewhere on Lake Superior… The batteries powering Cap’s long-wave radio went dead—making it impossible for him to communicate with the searchers, “Dagnabbit!”
This was as close to swearing as Cap was capable.
He decided to grab a sandwich from his now-warming refrigerator. There were several there—his wife saw to that, bless her heart. He took the remaining sandwiches (and prepared salads) and placed them in a waterproof bag, tied the bag securely and dropped it into the 40 degree water.
Cap figured it could be many days before he was found—maybe never.
To be continued…