Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 09, 2021

Michael is contemplating where he could get a beanie to install his propeller on.

That’s an ultralight propeller. I used to have one.

I think Michael will mount it as a trophy.

Must be a very large beanie.

Props to Michael.

The prop fell down near him. Now Michael is looking for more pieces of the plane. Always the optomist, he’s thinking, “Maybe I can put it all together and have my very own airplane.”

Oh go fly a kite, Michael.

This is really not surprising for Ballard Street at all.

None of them are grounded.

He’s a real high flyer after he’s had a few.

It’s known as supplying your own (theater) prop(s).

Ask me about my Prop!

Michael had better keep his eyes on the road, otherwise he’ll go flying.

…waiting for the rest of the plane.

Michael’s younger brother, Jerry, was known as “The Beaver”. No one ever quite figured out why.

Be sure to give him at least 5 feet of clearance; should you ask him for the time.

Yes, as soon as he figures out what it is?

Some day, the fuselage. Then maybe a strut.

There once was a man name of Michael,

who dreamed of flying a Heinkel.

They all told him to stop, “You’ve got the wrong prop!”

But the name of his plane is “Denial”…

His brother Marshall rarely talks about him.

And don’t bother asking Jerry; he’s imaginary. Very.

He’s looking for his enormous beany cap.

Meanwhile… there is a plane on the runway with the entire Ballard St Croquet team wondering why they are not flying yet.

I have a Sopwith prop. Genuine.

Been there, done that.

Now all Michael needs is his wings.

And a motor.

I love this one. Don’t ever stop looking at the sky, guys.