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Wing Nuts Book by Author Garth Wallace Wing Nuts Book by Author Garth Wallace
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Wing Nuts Book by Author Garth Wallace

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The characters and stories in "Wing Nuts" are testaments to the belly laughs to be found in aviation. Garth Wallace worked as a full-time flying instructor at small air services for many years.
The new volume is Wallace's 10th book!


It's number 8 in his series of heartwarming funny flying titles.


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The characters and stories in "Wing Nuts" are testaments to the belly laughs to be found in aviation. Garth Wallace worked as a full-time flying instructor at small air services for many years. The new volume is Wallace's 10th book! It's number 8 in his series of heartwarming funny flying titles. Sample: In the Flesh I had the Cub ready on Saturday morning for I-wasn’t-sure-what. Snappy Shuttlecock had booked an aerial photo flight, "to shoot nudes." The impatient photographer arrived by driving across our lawn in his Land Rover. He stopped beside the airplane, jumped out and began yanking camera equipment from the back of the car. "Ready to go?" he barked. He handed me a heavy leather case. "Good morning," I replied. I leaned into the rear of the Cub and hefted the case into the baggage compartment. "Where are we shooting?" I asked. "Port Colbourne," he replied. He brushed past me and climbed into the airplane’s back seat carrying his aerial camera. I looked at the Land Rover blocking the ramp. "I need to sign out and move your car." "Oh, yah. You sign out," he said, scrambling out of the Cub. "I’ll move the Rover." I was back in two minutes. Snappy was dancing beside his vehicle madly slapping the multitude of pockets in his flight suit. He was searching for his keys. The vehicle was still running. I slid into the Land Rover’s driver’s seat, drove around to the parking lot and jogged back to the ramp. Snappy was sitting in the Cub. "Thanks," he whistled through his stub of a nose. He sorted out his camera stuff while I started the Cub, taxied out and took off. "Tell me what we’re doing?" I asked, leveling at 2,000 feet. "Not much to tell," he replied. "There’s a nudist camp on the Lake Erie shore near Port Colbourne. They blocked off the public beach in front of their property and are using it as their own. The police want proof that they are going naked on public property before forcing them to remove the barriers. They don’t want to raid the place to find out so you and I are going to take their picture." I didn’t say anything. I was thinking that I should have brought binoculars and a bulletproof vest. I wanted the vest more than the magnifiers. Snappy leaned forward and showed me the nudist camp location on my map. I headed that way. Twenty minutes later I spotted two large piles of brush blocking the beach. A few pink people were enjoying the sunshine. The rest of the property looked like a regular trailer park in the woods. I pointed it out to Snappy. "That’s it," he said. "Drop down and give me a slow pass along the shoreline east to west. Make it count. They might all run for the trees." I turned, descended and slowed the Cub. "Ready for the door?" I called out. "Ready!" I opened it and leveled off at 200 feet above the lakeshore. "Lower!" Snappy yelled over the wind noise in his microphone. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the photographer leaning into the slipstream ahead of the wing struts. Both hands gripped the camera handles. His face was looking down into the viewfinder. I changed hands on the control stick, reached over and grabbed the back of his pants. I eased the Cub down to 150 feet. "In closer!" Snappy shouted. I sideslipped toward the shore. There were lots of people on the beach. Some were playing volleyball, others were sunning and a few were digging in the sand with kids. Most looked up at the airplane. Several waved. They were all naked. We covered their short section of sand quickly. "Perfect!" Snappy declared. "Let’s go home." The photographer barged into our office with the picture proofs on Monday. "You’re going to love these," he declared. Snappy spread an array of photos on the table. They clearly showed young and old people enjoying the beach in their birthday suits. I picked one up to look closer. The body details were there. Snappy tapped my arm with a crooked finger. "Now look through this," he said, handing me a magnifying glass." It took me a moment to find the right focal depth before an older lady, sunning on her back, filled the glass. I could see everything. She was wearing a skin-coloured bathing suit decorated with body parts. They all were.

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