As I look out the window this morning, I see the clear, wind driven snow of a

crisp cold winter. And that can only mean one thing. It’s time for Winterfest. Yes,

that’s right! It’s time for us to play our little game of looking at a pretty girl in a

swimsuit (or other totally weather-inappropriate outfit) and flying our airplanes in

a foolishly contrived contest to convince our wives that this hobby of our can actually

turn a profit. (As if they’re that gullible).

This is how it works: At the January meeting, you sign up and chip in ten dollars

for a stake in the big game. On the big day, February 10th, you come out to

the field, the queen is crowned and everyone flies their airplane if they can, regardless

of the weather. Your plane must take off from the ground (no hand

launches allowed) and you must complete a 360 degree turn (death spirals and

cartwheels do qualify as completed turns). Then the club adds a hundred dollars to

the pot and all those who flew get to split the money from all entrants. So, if ten

people enter and they all fly, each pilot would get $20.00 (his entry fee plus his

cut of the club money). But if only one person flies, he gets all of the money for

himself! The prize money is awarded after dinner at the Venice Inn later that evening.

So come on down to the field on Saturday, fly your plane and make some money!