Crock’s Thoughts

Oooh… that’s an easy one! I’d be a seaplane pilot, navigating the crystal-clear waters and lush islands of the South Pacific. Every day beginning with the hum of the engine and the scent of salty air as I skim across turquoise lagoons.

I’d hang a sign on Sundays that says, “No plane on Sunday, maybe one come Monday.” Then, I’d kick back with a Godfather cocktail (scotch and amaretto on the rocks), write stories, and sneak in a few naps.

This tropical dream is a perfect blend of freedom, beauty, and picturesque views of bikinis—combining my passion for flying, exploration, and warm weather! 😎