Crop Circle Carl
Today's story and sketch "by me" you see Carl "Crop Circle" Gofish, You see him piloting
his Very Old Vintage Stearman 75 Bi Plane, that he was given when he retired from the
Postal Aircraft company as there first pilot. But I should start Carl's story at the beginning
and that would be when he was in Wichita Kansas one night flying his "ICC" Intergalactic Crop
Cutter, over a field of Rye, it was a beautiful geometric cutting, which he had sketched
on his "ICC" crop cutter program on his journey from Lippo the Blue Moon, to Earth
through worm hole 10, which was a grueling two day trip in those days. But his tragedy
started when the "ICC" was struck by a bolt of lightning, just when he was about to
finish the last cuts. The craft went into a "UW" Uncontrollable Wobbly, he was lucky and
was able to wobble into the barn you see in this sketch, which he has called home sense
that night.
The owners actually abandoned the barn style ranch house that same night, and moved away
to Portland, telling stories for many years of their close encounter with an Alien life form.
With his "ICC" broken beyond repair, he was grounded until one afternoon he was walking
down a goat path in front of the Stearman Aircraft Company down the way, Carl could read
English and he noticed a help wanted poster on the front gate, test pilot wanted.
Well at the time there were only a couple of pilots who lived in Kitty Hawk, and they
were happy building bicycles and doing some weekend sport flying. Desperate as they were
at Stearman for a pilot, they hired Carl, with a requirement he had to wear tinted goggles
to cover his very big black eyes, and a flying hat the company made for him. It was
a great job for many years, until he was hired away by the Post office and was the first
Air Mail Pilot, but that is a story for another time, until then taa ta the Rod Blog.
Crop Circle Carl
Today's story and sketch "by me" you see Carl "Crop Circle" Gofish, You see him piloting
his Very Old Vintage Stearman 75 Bi Plane, that he was given when he retired from the
Postal Aircraft company as there first pilot. But I should start Carl's story at the beginning
and that would be when he was in Wichita Kansas one night flying his "ICC" Intergalactic Crop
Cutter, over a field of Rye, it was a beautiful geometric cutting, which he had sketched
on his "ICC" crop cutter program on his journey from Lippo the Blue Moon, to Earth
through worm hole 10, which was a grueling two day trip in those days. But his tragedy
started when the "ICC" was struck by a bolt of lightning, just when he was about to
finish the last cuts. The craft went into a "UW" Uncontrollable Wobbly, he was lucky and
was able to wobble into the barn you see in this sketch, which he has called home sense
that night.
The owners actually abandoned the barn style ranch house that same night, and moved away
to Portland, telling stories for many years of their close encounter with an Alien life form.
With his "ICC" broken beyond repair, he was grounded until one afternoon he was walking
down a goat path in front of the Stearman Aircraft Company down the way, Carl could read
English and he noticed a help wanted poster on the front gate, test pilot wanted.
Well at the time there were only a couple of pilots who lived in Kitty Hawk, and they
were happy building bicycles and doing some weekend sport flying. Desperate as they were
at Stearman for a pilot, they hired Carl, with a requirement he had to wear tinted goggles
to cover his very big black eyes, and a flying hat the company made for him. It was
a great job for many years, until he was hired away by the Post office and was the first
Air Mail Pilot, but that is a story for another time, until then taa ta the Rod Blog.