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Thanks to World War II artillery my Dad could become pretty uncomfortable around powerful pipe organs. My Mom was a performing pianist for a while, so one of my touches in the planning was we had a pianist, not an organist. My parents appreciated it and it was an unobtrusive statement for us to make.
Mostly we just signed up for use of the church, got a few floral arrangements, and got hitched for very little expense. Then we splurged on renting a private plane, a Piper of some flavor, a Warrier or an Archer, I forget, and flew off with my old flight instructor in the left seat. First time I've ever let the right seat go empty in a plane, frankly.
I noticed when we landed it didn't take much up elevator to flare - little plane, pilot, empty right seat, two adults in back acting like kids, that was a little unusual weight and balance. Within the envelope, but my friend probably used a little more down trim than he was used to.
That was an adventure. I'd tell you how it ended up but, thank God, the final chapter has yet to be written.
Besides, time doesn't permit - I've got a centerboard to build, and off I go to spend a little time on that this evening.
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