In Honor of Jim Kellett, Resident Curmudgeon

--by Cindy Westley
Over the river and soaring high Over the trees and mountains nigh. In the summer sky cloudy and blue Jim offers training and the best view. The birds watch me glide With wings spread so wide. Quiet, with no sound We are free from the ground - Where everyone works together ably So each flyer returns safely. We soar above whatever life brings Sailing on elegant glider wings.

... and Jim shares this quote: "If flying were the language of man, soaring would be its poetry" - Anon

If you’re one of the ones thinking about this little adventure, drop Jim a note to for more information and/or to get on the list!