> At John Wayne, we caught a commuter plane and they put us on what passes for a seat, again with a window. You are never very far from a window on those little cigar planes, and you always bump your head at least twice, but the view was fantastic! We took off west, circled over the Pacific, coming back in over Long beach. Then we circled low and slow over the city to land toward the west at LAX. It might have lasted 15 minutes.

Hey, that was me down there, waving fat quarters of quilting fabric at your plane, in hopes that Mrs. Howard might want to stop & swap. Guess she didn't see me.

Then we caught another cigar to Oxnard airport and again a brief flight over the ocean, back in over Marina del Rey, circled over the mountains and came in over miles and miles of vegetables.

Well, California *is* the produce capitol of the nation. Hope your sister treated you to some field fresh strawberries while you were there--Oxnard is the place to get them.

Another short but senic ride. My sister met us at the gate(Oxnard only has one) without her oxygen bottle. That was the first indication that her recovery was continuing.


Glad to hear she's doing well.

koala"Golden State"mom