Remember the dream, don't stop believing

We had a nice lunch today to say goodbye to Kelly, the best dog sitter in
the universe. Bob told me a great story about when he went to New York and
attended the David Letterman. It wasn't even the show that was the
highlight, it was the flaming hoops he had to jump through to become a
member of the audience. It was an all day affair, with what sounded like 10
screening line ups where he and Lisa were very slowly accepted as DL
audience material.

Hearing Bob talk about the audience reminded me of the dream I've had since
I was old enough to watch TV shows with laugh tracks or an audience; think
Three's Company, One Day at Time, The Jeffersons, etc. I've gone completely
off track of my goal. I need to do something quick before I fall into the
cavernous hole of the midlife crisis! Oh ya, the goal. The goal is to get
discovered as the greatest laugher of all time and make millions sitting in
audiences laughing all day and all night encouraging others to laugh. Is
that not the perfect job or what? What am I doing? I need to book a ticket
to New York pronto and explore this. Anyone want to join me?

Soaring continued

As I was saying, the day of the glider ride was the highlight of our holiday. If we hadn't have been staying at the Super 8 Motel right in front of the airport where the Invermere Soaring Centre resides, it would never have even occured to me do something like this.
It also helped when the wife of one of pilots started talking to us in the motel parking lot while we were watching the planes take off. I was mesmerized, I was amazed, I was intrigued and very curious. She mentioned that her husband visits Invermere every year from Toronto for "the best gliding in the country". I can't remember how many years they've been there, I think it's more than 10. How could I ignore the crystal clear messages in front of me?

1. Motel next door to the airport.
2. Woman telling me have to go, I'd be crazy not to.
3. $140 burning a hole in my pocket
4. Nothing else to do.

Kevin and I drove over to the airport (I was too scared to hop the barbed-wire fence and run across the steaming runway) and asked a few questions and next thing I new I was booked for the next afternoon at 2:30. The rest is history, as they say.