planedriver

Two Stories BOTH TRUE - and worth reading

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic.. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.

Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer; at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read: "The clock of life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

To tell just when the hands will stop,

At late or early hour.

Now is the only time you own.

Live, love, toil with a will.

Place no faith in time.

For the clock may soon be still."

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft. This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of WW II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His hometown would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man. So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's"son.

:plane:Natfly is such a wonderful event attended by many from far and wide.

Not only for Aussies:aussie: but visitors alike, and word has it that this year, there was a very large contingent of overseas visitors as well.

On Saturday night a whole bunch of them decided to head over to the Aero Club for dinner.

There was an Irishman, Scotsman, a bunch of Poms and a Yank, Kiwi's,, a bloke from South Africa a couple from Japan and China, Filipinos and a South Korean. When they got to the clubhouse, the bouncer would'nt let them in, because they did'nt have a Thai.

Well atleast they moved it outta the way so the golfers could keep playing golf .... I guess its lucky it only got a hole in one wing and I bet the pilot had a ball landing on the course too... :peepwall:

Rgds

Planey

An Irish priest was transferred to Texas. Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish.

He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside.

He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.

He promptly called the local police station......

The conversation went like this:

''Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?''

''And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann 's Catholic Church.

There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn."

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk,''Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!''

There was dead silence on the line for a moment .............................................

Father O'Malley then replied:'Aye, 'tat is certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.''

Not video, but an interesting look around the inside of a Mustang.

This is pretty interesting. Click and drag your mouse for a 360 degree tour of the mustang cockpit.

http://www.stclairphoto-imaging.com/360/P51-Mustang/P51_swf.html

You might find this interesting...........

1940's Aircraft Carrier In The Pacific - Rare color footage

This is 16mm color (not "colorized") footage that

you may not have seen of carrier action in the Pacific.

Not many color shots in the '40's - extremely

expensive then, with a complicated and exacting processing process.

http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=9dR3h2HdnBQ

G'day tinydrip and a big welcome from us all at this very friendly site.

Good luck for Saturday. Don't forget to post how you feel after your lesson, we'd all be interseted, and feel sure that you will be on a real high.

Rgds

Planey

You know what japanese do when the have an erection.? They Vote. Nev

After experiencing the discomfort and embarrassment of

a prostate test in the NSW state hospital system, a friend

of mine decided to have his next test carried out while

visiting in Thailand where the beautiful nurses are rather

more gentle and accommodating.

As usual he was asked to strip off, he lay naked on his side

on the bed and the nurse began the examination.

"At this stage of the procedure it's quite normal to get

an erection," said the nurse.

"I haven't got an erection," said the man.

"No," replied the nurse, "but I have."

Hi jabberwok,

there's so many jabbys at the fly-ins here, some buy a can of flyspray before attending:oh yeah: would I kid you?

Seriously though, most fly-ins have a very good attendance of Jabiru's, though to be honest, i've not seen as many SP500's like the photo that you posted recently, although all models are naturally very popular.

innoculation against quadulitits, when you're not sure whether she has two sets, or, you're simply suffering from double-vision.

This I must see with my own eyes", responded ElPervitrori who could possibly have a little Italian blood in him (not that there'd be anything wrong with that) If it's good enough for the Presidenti to carry on, i'll say know more.

"My GodFathers" said LeeringLocksy from behind his mirrored sunny's:gleam:.

Fortunately nobody has yet spotted my sideways glances at the lovelies, as they are too distracted by my white cane.:gerg: However, to be on the safe side, i'd insist on sighting a proof of age card.

.......... (and he can breath through his ears).

"WOW" said ...............

Planey, who was very impressed, and assuming he has regular trips to the barber, to keep the whiskers clear. "I could have done with that talent yesterday, when driving through the M5 tunnel".cough, cough,wheeze, wheeze!:thumb_down:

Iguana's like that are a rare breed indeed, and...............

things like "The come and get it Trophy"

If the boys want work? Planey's strange brother-in-law bought an old Toyota Corona finished in Burnt Orange, but did'nt like the colour, so painted it with a roller and heritage-green paint left over from doing his roof. (And he's not kidding).

So all home-builders who are looking for someone to finish off your pride and joy, I know the very person to help you. 230 Jabbys are his speciality and he loves to give people pleasant surprises..................

"Of course I did" Mavis bellowed. Be it a Yammy or EvenRude doesn't matter to me, but small Johnsons have never been on my priority list.

Meanwhile Planey was wondering why Turbo needed a 140 to push the Haines around his garden pond? Must be a macho thing I spose. Its even got a bloody rocket-launcher to train the runner- beans up.

"That'd be good thing to set amongt the play-equipment for the ankle-biters to crawl over while they stay at my joint", said the manager of ElRatto's-ElRancho Resort.

Meanwhile MrBryonMiaggi continued his "wax on..........wax off, wax on.........wax off, (karate training routine), something he really gets a kick out of.

Maybe I can make a few bucks, getting the students to rub back crappy paint jobs at the local airstrip he thought...........it'll make a nice change from polishing...............

buy a time expired Jabby motor, and a few 2nd hand bits from Stinky the plumber down the street, to make up a marinisation kit.

BigPete the mexican mechanic, would probably opt for keeping it air-cooled with a traded-in vacuum cleaner from Godfreys.

"Thats the great thing about these forums" replied Tubbo, you get heaps of unwanted advice which really adds to the confusion.

...........same as half the blokes that get on the NES late in the evening........piston broke.

Realising that he wouldnt be able to trade his yabby catch for Wununglo's love you long time daughter, he uttered a few choice words under his breath which would not be appropriate here, (even if frequently heard in private by the moderators).

Thinking about having to settle for a mail-order bride, he then started to worry about what the postage costs would be.

The root of his problem was that he also had to fork out for a new bobby thing to go in his Evenrudereggbeater.

Now thats even more frusrating, he thought, but something i'll just have to come to grips with.......................

see you catch more crabs tonight, after all, they fetch $39.95.

The ones that come back to haunt come a lot cheaper, but generally only in the short term.

TurboEvinrude felt a bit inadequate hearing this, and vowed that he could get a couple of luv-u-long time brides for a couple of kilos of fresh yabbies nicked from his neighbours dam, if he snuk down there in the middle of the night.

Nocturnal crustations can put a smile in the face of a guy my age retorted............................

which gives even better value between 1 1/2 consenting ...................

"or deflawed" said mavis with a glint in her eye.

I remember the night so well. He said he had 4 stripes or something. I was young, stupid, and easilly influenced, because he said he could save young country girls, and I was impressed by his generosity. He just didn't say who he'd save them4!

Little did he tell me that I was in for a surprise.

Only later did I find out that the 4striped badges that he wore, came from an army surplus store. and was a means to his end 4ming a bond with a sweet young thing such as I.

Since that day, i've met so many more like him............................and would'nt change things for quids

or un-floured to put it another way

So to do a journo job on post 4901. The publisher claimed (in parts) that:-

The Rat is too old.

Gets dragged around by the tail and is on the downhill run

But, This Rat is too hot to write this milestone section of the NES .................................................. .............. with Aunty's pen, out in the garden.

(under the collar that is)

..realises that animals can stutter too."

"Why just the other day my new kitten developed a stutter when the next door neighbours rottweiler jumped the back fence!" continued Planey. "Fff!, Fff!, Fff! the kitten stuttered, but the dog got to him before he could finish.

What a bloody woos!, why only this morning on utube, I saw where a tiger finished off a croc that had tried to go it.

If I buy a new moggy, i'll paint some black stripes on it. That should do the trick.

"So watch out Rotti, cause i'll have yer b-lls"

"?), whereas Planey, Brine and DoubleB are always ...............

bbashfull about their ssstttutters.

"You associate with DoubleB's" said Planeys girl?

"That counts me out for wineglass wotsis.

No sweety, the suave Planey retorted trying to save the realationship. The boys are simply doing what they do best

We all know enough about aviation to realise that with your gorgeous diminutive figure, if you were a DoubleB you'd look like an Alaskan Storch with Tundra tyres:kiss::Rabia:

You realisise we simply do a little bit of what you girls do when you get together:coffee:r:chat:, (except, that can also find a few other things to do as well, in the same month).

Ducking for cover :peepwall: after gambling :pokerface: with his safety:black_eye:, he hoped that some of his mates, might come to his rescue...................................but no the bast--ds gave up and simply started

I use a boat without rivets, maybe thats the problem.

With trap in hand, I stick it somewhere I feel is appropriate, and it doesn't come out again till first light.

Experience comes with age (like a few other problems)

...eaten a bad oyster because the orange colour is spread all over it, interspersed with what looks like peppers."

"Nothing wrong with the orange colour" Slarti replied. Planey goes out at night and comes home with crabs, then passes them onto the luv of his life. She dosen't complain because they're soon gone and don't come back to haunt you. And yes, they're orange too.:thumb_up: