Being my sarcastic narcissistic self I picture an image, not in Scrapbook 180 depicting golf but the actual image of something gone bad as in "oh sh!! that went south in a hurry", you know like hey I'm gonna be smart and whifferdill, but what goes up must come down and in the process something got way outta control and next thing you know you can't pull up and WHAm you slammed into the ground.
Get my drift? scrapbook 180 = 180 degrees south(fine print....no animals were harmed in the making of this picture image), might be a good time to take a big pull on that little flask cuz a hiccup is in your future.
That's my story and I'm stickin to it at least until next week when I pull up sharp and change my imagination maybe.
Carly did you right that song about me?
I guess the big picture to look at is:
Are there ever going to be any more scrapbooks after the big crash or have we seen the last one?
There was Something I was spossed to do today but I forgot it, so I wrote it down but I lost it. After doing looped de loos and double whifferdills I am right back where I started, 360 five plus days later.
Whifferdill Estates was given its name by an old aviator named Frank Knapp. Mr. Knapp devoted his life to aviation. He was a pylon racer, weather observer, crop duster, airshow pilot, instructor, fixed based operator, and in later years he was involved in airport administration. While a weather observer in the early 1930's, he would dress in the heavy clothing for the open cockpit airplane, strap the weather instruments on the wing wires and about 3:30 A.M. take off and climb until he blacked out. The observers tried to reach 17,000 feet. The idea was to regain control before they crashed. They did most of the time, however, due to the winds sometimes it was in another state. While on the ground he would keep the young pilots entertained and educated by telling his flying stories (never the same one twice) during their down time. Mr. Knapp saw the property prior to any development work having been performed. The Developer explained to Mr. Knapp his intentions with the property and Mr. Knapp said it should be called Whifferdill. He said, "in the old days when you went out to fun fly and do aerobatic maneuvers you said you were going to do a Whifferdill." It is the perfect name.