Slow news night!

It must be the cold air, the calm before the big storm this weekend, the hazy night, who knows, but we haven't turned a blade today. Well, I take that back, I started the helicopter than shut down after being cancelled on a bogus story. Anyway, with the holidays coming up, I went on a mission around Whiteman Airport, to find Mistletoe! I was unable to find it! Doesn't anyone sell mistletoe around here! I first hit up the local Target, no luck. Then found a 7-11 and thought maybe they would have it at the counter. Instead, a lady at the counter buying who knows what told me to go to the local head shop on sepulveda for it. Hmmmm, head shop? Mistltoe at a head shop? Is there a kind you smoke? Anyway, I opted to continue on to the local CVS pharmacy, no luck there either. By this time I am getting really discouraged and wondering why no one sells it? Is it sold out? Does everyone want it? Or does no one want it and that's why it's not available to buy anywhere? So I finally found a Rite Aid where I have bought it in the past. I thought for sure I would leave there with a bunch of it. Nope! Instead I had customers in the store offering up their services of what would be a result of having mistletoe on me. It turned out to actually be quite entertaining! Everyone in the store got a good chuckle out of that. I even tried Raplhs before going into work today. None there either. So here I am, back at the airport, without Mistletoe.

So here's a cute Christmas story instead....
It was forwarded to me, so I didn't have time to pull out the >>>>

Twas the night before Christmas all over the place,> When we were confronted by an old flying ace.> There was icing reported and turbulent air,> He said "File me a flight plan, I gotta get there."> > Outside sat his aircraft all ready to run,> And the old man walked out to that P-51.> "bad weather's no problem," he silently mumbled,> The prop came to life. . . that big Allison rumbled.> > He eased in the throttle, the roar shook the ground,> He taxied on out and he turned it around.> He went through the run-up and seemed satisfied,> Then he said to himself, "I'm in for a ride."> > So he lined it up straight as he poured on the coal,> The tailwheel came up as he started to roll.> Up off the runway, he sucked up the gear,> And that mighty V-12 was all you
could hear.> > He screamed overhead with a deafening crack,> The blue flames were flying from each shiny stack.> He pulled up the nose and started to climb,> No ice on that airframe, it didn't have time.> > On top of the weather with the levers all set,> He looked up above him and saw a Lear jet.> With jet fuel and turbines there just ain't no> class,> Gimmee pistons, and props and lots of avgas!> > Now he was approaching where he wanted to go,> But weather had covered the runway with snow.> How will he land it? We just have to guess,> Because the only way in was a full I-L-S.> > Then over the marker, he started his run,> The ceiling was zero, visibility. . . none.> Still going three hundred and he felt the need,> For an overhead break to diminish his speed.> > Over the numbers he zoomed, along like a
flash,> Pulled into his break, we just knew he would crash.> Oh, why do they do it on these kind of nights??> Then over the threshold, we saw landing lights.> > "I'm on a short final with three in the green,> And I see enough runway to land this machine."> Then he tied down that Mustang, and they all hear> him say. . .> "Next year, I'm stickin' with my reindeer and> sleigh."