Greetings!  

It is a bit misty here in Oshkosh this morning and the mini city that has formed here is just now waking up. Call it Woodstock for pilots complete with mud but the music for us is the sound of aircraft. With 10,000 aircraft and 20,000 campers and tons of day visitors, this is the place to be this week.

This is our seventh year in a row here and we look forward to the event.

Even more amazing to me is that I am sitting in the middle of a field connected to the Internet via my phone, that is connected to my Ipad, that is turn connected to a computer, over five hundred miles away. I am actually typing on that computer back in Kalamazoo.

I can only imagine what went through a persons mind when they saw the first automobile or the first airplane fly overhead.