Return-Path: Sender: (Marvin Kaye) To: lml@lancaironline.net Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 19:57:10 -0500 Message-ID: X-Original-Return-Path: Received: from web.expresstel.net ([166.90.54.130] verified) by logan.com (CommuniGate Pro SMTP 4.1.8) with ESMTP id 2912362 for lml@lancaironline.net; Wed, 31 Dec 2003 13:18:51 -0500 Received: from RANDYSNAR ([216.20.239.206]) by web.expresstel.net (8.9.3/8.9.3) with SMTP id KAA31698 for ; Wed, 31 Dec 2003 10:18:17 -0800 From: "Randy Snarr" X-Original-To: "Lml" Subject: aviation poem X-Original-Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 11:35:38 -0700 X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_0006_01C3CF92.36FF9440" X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_0006_01C3CF92.36FF9440 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is not Lanciar related but what can I say... Tis the season. Happy Hollidays to everone and thank you for the help with my project!!! Randy L. Snarr 235/320 75% Salt Lake City, Utah ------=_NextPart_000_0006_01C3CF92.36FF9440 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: attachment Reply-To: From: "Bruce McClure" To: "Seelig, Larry" , "Rudisell, Greg" , "Perryman, Larry" , "Owens, Sheridan" , "Montgomery, David" , "Monson, Ryan" , "Mitchell, Darvin" , "Gates, Robert" , "Gates, Ken" , "Flake, Rob" , "Davila, Don" , "Budd, John" , "Black, Nelson" , "Barrett, Monty" , "Barker, Robert" Subject: FW: This is one of the best aviation poems I've ever seen! Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 11:24:13 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_0002_01C3CF92.36D66160" X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-Virus-Scanned: Symantec AntiVirus Scan Engine X-AOL-IP: 24.93.47.40 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_0002_01C3CF92.36D66160 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MessageSubject: FW: This is one of the best aviation poems I've ever seen! 'Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,In hopes that come morning, they all would be there. The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,And settled down comfortably, resting my butt. When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.A voice clearly heard over static and snow,Called for clearance to land at the airport below. He barked his transmission so lively and quick,I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick".I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,The better to welcome this magical flight. He called his position, no room for denial,"St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final."And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer! With vectors to final, down the glide slope he came,As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:"Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'? While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their head,They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,The message they left was both urgent and dour:"When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower." He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,Then I heard "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh,And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho, ho-ho-ho..." He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.His red helmet and goggles were covered with frostAnd his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust. His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly. He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead."He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump. I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief. And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!" And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,He called up the tower for clearance and squawk."Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion" He sped down the runway, the best of the best,"Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west."Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night,"Merry Christmas to all, I have traffic in sight." (Author unknown) Merry Christmas to everyone. ------=_NextPart_000_0002_01C3CF92.36D66160 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Message
Subject: FW: This is one of the = best=20 aviation poems I've ever seen!


'Twas the night before = Christmas, and=20 out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a =
Champ.
The aircraft =
were fastened to tie downs with =
care,
In hopes that =
come morning, they all would be =
there.
 
The fuel =
trucks were nestled, all snug in  =
their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 =
knots.
I slumped at =
the fuel desk, now finally caught =
up,
And settled down =
comfortably, resting my =
butt.
 
When the =
radio lit up with noise and with  =
chatter,
I =
turned up the scanner to see what was the =
matter.
A voice =
clearly heard over static and =
snow,
Called for =
clearance to land at the airport =
below.
 
He barked =
his transmission so lively and =
quick,
I'd have =
sworn that the call sign he used was "St. =
Nick".
I ran to the =
panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical =
flight.
 
He called =
his position, no room for =
denial,
"St. =
Nicholas One, turnin' left onto =
final."
And what to =
my wondering eyes should =
appear,
 But a =
Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax =
Reindeer!
 
 
With =
vectors to final, down the glide slope he =
came,
As he passed =
all fixes, he called them by  =
name:
"Now =
Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and =
Bacun!
On Comet! On =
Cupid!" What pills was he =
takin'?
 
While =
controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their =
head,
They phoned to =
my office, and I heard it   =
with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and  =
dour:
"When =
Santa pulls in, have him please call the =
tower."
 
He landed =
like silk, with the sled runners =
sparking,
Then I =
heard "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi  to =
parking."
He slowed =
to a taxi, turned off of =
three-oh,
And =
stopped on the ramp with a "Ho, =
ho-ho-ho..."
 
He =
stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could =
talk,
I ran out to =
meet him with my best set of  =
chocks.
His =
red helmet and goggles were covered with =
frost
And his beard =
was all blackened from Reindeer =
exhaust.
 
His =
breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly =
stale,
And he puffed =
on a pipe, but he didn't =
inhale.
His cheeks =
were all rosy and jiggled like  =
jelly,
His =
boots were as black as a cropduster's  =
belly.
 
He was =
chubby and plump, in his suit of bright =
red,
And he asked me =
to "fill it, with hundred =
low-lead."
He came =
dashing in from the snow-covered =
pump,
I knew he was =
anxious for drainin' the =
sump.
 
I spoke =
not a word, but went straight to   my =
work,
And I filled =
up the sleigh, but I spilled  =
like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in =
relief,
Then he =
picked up a phone for a Flight Service =
brief.
 
And I =
thought as he silently scribed in his =
log,
These reindeer =
could land in an eighth-mile =
fog.
He completed =
his pre-flight, from the front to the =
rear,
Then he put on =
his headset, and I heard him yell, =
"Clear!"
 
And =
laying a finger on his =
push-to-talk,
He =
called up the tower for clearance and =
squawk.
"Take =
taxiway Charlie, the southbound =
direction,
Turn =
right three-two-zero at pilot's =
discretion"
 
He sped =
down the runway, the best of the =
best,
"Your =
traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the =
west."
Then I heard =
him proclaim, as he climbed thru the =
night,
"Merry =
Christmas to all, I have traffic in =
sight."
 
(Author =
unknown)
 
Merry =
Christmas to everyone.
 

 

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