During our trip back from Atlanta yesterday, a number of maintenance discrepancies became evident. I went out to the hangar where I have all my tools and started digging in. These are not big problems, but it will be hard to get the parts, I think. Anyway, I figure automotive maintenance goes better with beer. I couldn't fly today because the ceiling was too low. Additionally, I wanted to get back in time to watch the Georgia Tech-Georgia game.

Now a funny story about beer. We went to dinner with the whole family and our dear friend Dabney on Wednesday. I wanted a beer and saw they had Sierra Nevada on the menu. I asked the waitress which variety of Sierra Nevada they had. I got this deer-in-the-headlights stare from the poor waif. My son Dave came to the rescue and asked her what color the label was. She said "green", so we knew it was the pale ale. And I had one.