Too Old for a Helicopter Ride, Part II

An update to an earlier entry.

If you read these blogs faithfully (although I’m not sure why you would), you may recall my “Too Old for a Helicopter Ride?” rant about two weeks ago. This is an update to that saga.

When I received the letter starting “Due to the age of our members…”, I was outraged. I mean that in the real sense of the word. It ticked me off that someone in Texas should play “daddy” to some retirees at a park in Arizona.

I wrote a letter to the editor of the Wickenburg Sun. It was printed in yesterday’s edition.

So far, I’ve received about eight comments from people who have read it. Two of them live in North Ranch, where folks are “too old” to enjoy helicopter rides (according to the President of their Association, not me). One of those people actually looked up my phone number in the phone book and called me.

All comments were in the same vein: how could he write something like that? Aren’t these people able to make their own decision about what they’re too old for? Besides, a helicopter ride sounds like fun.

Some comments showed disbelief. One person actually wanted to see the letter. I’ll bring him a copy this week.

I’m sure I’ll get some comments from people who aren’t happy about my letter to the editor. I always do. There’s always someone out there who misses the point entirely. In this case, someone will probably think I’m attacking North Ranch, rather than the sorry attitude of the man in Texas who makes all the decisions.

Perhaps Bud Carr will call. What will I say? Nothing. I’ve said it all. Besides, it’s a waste of time to talk to someone with a closed mind, and I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that his is as closed as a steel trap.


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4 thoughts on “Too Old for a Helicopter Ride, Part II

    • Tim: You got that right. My new “age record” for a passenger is a 95-year-old gentleman who, with his 82-year-old wife, accompanied me on a 6-day helicopter excursion. He didn’t need any help boarding — it was his wife who needed the step stool.

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