Chillin' with Bob

Home sweet home!  The Nova Scotia weather has been absolutely stellar, with only one major storm to speak of in the last week, so I joined my best friend Bob, a very experienced "been there-done that-many, many times over" helicopter pilot, living just around the corner from my place, for brews on his deck.  I'm laughing as he tells me he was actually out flying in the storm that took out most of the power in the province earlier this week.  Stories of days of yore and lamenting dealing with persnickety, fastidious, impractical, pedantic pilots of today is always good fodder for conversation over locally brewed hops.  I've had more adventures with Bob in venerable old S61s two hundred miles out into the North Atlantic in brutal winter mahem than I'd care to remember, and they just could not kill the two of us when we flew together in the Norway simulator.  I truly miss sharing a cockpit with my ole buddy.  An ex-bush pilot as well, he started touring Internationally long before I took the plunge so we have quite a bit of common ground.  I often join Bob on errand runs around town, a remnant of an earlier friendship when we were both starting our offshore careers on Canada's East Coast, and somehow I tend to spend an inordinate amount of money whenever I'm out with Bob.  Today I ended up coming home with a fairly high end blender that I just used to crush some ice for some daiquiri recipe I found of Ernest Hemingway.  Chillin' with Bob.  Life is good.