Jack spins his plane around and lines up with the short runway. He sits looking down just over one thousand feet to the other end and, maybe another six hundred feet to the tall trees. He cranks the prop out flat getting the engine up to twenty-seven hundred rpm. He sets the brakes and pushing the throttle all the way in, releases the brakes as soon as the engine hits full rpm. The plane starts moving, a little slow at first, and then it starts to accelerate. With about six hundred feet of runway used up, Jack has to hunker down to see the tops of the trees. Jack pulls ten degrees of flaps...

As far as describing our book, this excerpt from the editor of the book to us says it all. "After reading your tales, it is no wonder you were urged to write them down. In a very personal manner, you have painted wonderful pictures of what it was like to both homestead and then live for decades in the biggest state. The stories are humorous, heartfelt, and simply delightful. I've commented at a couple of places in the manuscript where I actually laughed out loud while reading. And there are many other instances of successful humor in the book, one of the hardest things to pull off in print....