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AUSTIN EXECUTIVE AIRPORT
A History of Austin's Newest General Aviation Airport
R
on
W. H
enRiksen
Chapter 2
1979. Twenty-five year old flight instructor, Dave Mandot, checking the oil of the flight school's Cessna 150.
Photo courtesy of Dave Mandot.
"Yeah, well."
"That old bird thinks of that airplane as one
of her chicks."
"Gosling."
"Excuse me," Mary said.
"A baby goose is called a gosling."
"I stand corrected," she said, and stepped
back behind the counter. "If I were you, I'd go
explain to that goose who owns what."
Keith glanced behind him out the window.
The goose was still there, watching him.
"Son," Mary said using the voice she used
that first day he arrived. "Don't take this the
wrong way, but if you can't educate a goose to
your way of thinking, I'm not sure you have
any business flying an airplane."
Keith stood there gazing out the window
at the fat goose, its bill partly open, probably
laughing at him, and he decided enough was
enough, whereupon he steadied himself by
brushing lint from the shoulder of a spiffy
new tee-shirt, counted to ten, backwards in
true countdown fashion, and stomped outside
and gave the goose a piece of his mind.