Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Royal Flusher's Flying Circus





Been a few busy, busy days here at Wynn.

I got a text from my cousin, Piffles Flusher, saying he was flying into town and would be here by the afternoon.

He didn't know quite when he'd arrive, it depended on the weather.

When I say he was flying in, I mean he was flying in. As in not in a jet, but flying in. Flying himself. Not flapping flying, but flying himself.
Piffles' fancy movin-pitchur cockpit.
Piffles Flusher is one of the smarter members of the Flusher clan, and just bought himself a new Cessna 182, you know, the one with the turbo engine, and the fancy movin-pitchur cockpit. No little dials and big hand on the -3000 feet per minute descent rate thingy.

I got a text and it was Piffles asking what hotel we were in.

"Wynn" I replied.

Next text, they were at the elevators. Their luggage was checked at the bell desk.

Now how were we going to get them a room on a Saturday night in Vegas, at Wynn???

More on that with the full report.

Yesterday Piffles took me and Mrs. Piffles' (Ronco) ("Roni.") brother-in-law up for a flight, out of Henderson Executive Airport. It was fantastic!!!











1 comment:

  1. So....if you are Flushie Pants....is your cousin Fancy Pants? Nice flying ride!

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