Because of the recent winds, Marin Aero Club members have taken to philosophical musings.

Here's a report from Paul about conditions a couple of weeks ago . . . .

It was bit windy but I could not  draw inference from the movement of the birds because they, for some reason, weren't flying. 

So I sat in my Jeep, keeping the doors tightly closed because of the wind, and closed my eyes, and I flew to the far end of the Universe, and a black hole sucked me in, and the time stopped, and the light was bent, and the space was warped, and there were no shadows.

And then the hole spat me out and I was sitting in my Jeep with the doors tightly closed, and it was bit windy, and the birds weren't flying so I went home. Paul

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