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Word...Anyone Lookin' to Buy a Plane?

So, we met with Jean and Mike Friday night at Michael's Pizza (in Uptown Westerville....GREAT pizza)!  Mike mentioned that he was getting ready to sell his plane. They had a flier and they were going to also put something in some trade magazine. At first they had wanted to know if I knew anything about putting up a website, and could I help? Turns out, I know I little something about it. I'm not a pro by any means but I'm proud of how it turned out.
 
If you or anyone you know is in the market for a plane, be sure to check it out. http://www.plane4sale.twistedzen.com/ 
 
The rest of the weekend was pretty on par. Filmed some of Tommy's game on Saturday and then came in to work for a few hours while Nancy worked out at the Rec Center which afforded me time to get some additional footage of a lava lamp and bonzai tree (not sure what I'll use THAT for, but I've got it).
 
Before you ask...No. I did not watch the Super Bowl. I did not see any of the commercials. I did not see the Rolling Stones. And I don't feel the least bit remiss about any of that.
 
I did eat from the Pizza Buffet on Sunday. And the new little mexican joint on Saturday. And I did get a 2nd controller and memory card for the Xbox360 (and did school the boy at Need For Speed. He made up for it by killing me at Project Gotham).
 
Well, that's about all I got for now.
 
Oh yeah...if you know any pilots that want planes....send them to the site http://www.plane4sale.twistedzen.com
 
-Todd

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