“Don’t cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it.” ~ Unknown
When I was a little kid, my aunt and uncle, Greg and Virginia, and cousins Ann, Tamara, and Richard (Tina wasn’t born yet) were living in Ohio somewhere in Brown County (probably). We went to visit on a warm weekend. Lake Waynoka was under construction, and for some reason, there was a helicopter giving rides near the construction site. Mom and I took a ride, and my cousins did, too. I was probably five or six years old. It was my first flight of any kind. I’ve since ridden in jets and small planes, and I have to say that the helicopter is still my favorite, although I enjoy small planes a great deal. Back in 2010, when my uncle Randolph was in Hospice in Mt. Orab, Ann and I were taking a ride to her farm near Sardinia, and I mentioned that helicopter. She remembered it better than I did. So, we drove by Lake Waynoka where we had taken that helicopter ride forty years prior. (Incidentally, this is not the helicopter or Lake Waynoka. HA! It’s the life flight chopper at Morgan County ARH.) I really enjoyed my day with Ann, and I’m so thankful for her exceptional memory. We don’t get to hang out nearly enough as adults.