The other day, while flying to Lake Murray under a low cloud cover, I felt a tap on my shoulder and one of the passengers handed me the following note he had written on a scrap of paper:
"Sir, could you give signal to my family in this village to bring my motor [boat]. I did not call them. If you could circle the village once x only. Thanks."
I looked back to see the man pointing out the window to the little village we were just passing. As we were flying at 1000 feet only I gathered that people might actually notice and with a chuckle banked the plane to "signal his family".
"Sir, could you give signal to my family in this village to bring my motor [boat]. I did not call them. If you could circle the village once x only. Thanks."
I looked back to see the man pointing out the window to the little village we were just passing. As we were flying at 1000 feet only I gathered that people might actually notice and with a chuckle banked the plane to "signal his family".
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| The shores of Lake Murray |
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