I don't feel all that old. At least not old enough to quit. But my heart tells my doctors otherwise. It's genetic, the same thing that took my father about 20 years ago.
My mentor and role model.
When I was in grade school he flew the mail in a Twin Beech, and flying relief supplies, he took me to see the devistation that Ceilia delivered to Corpus Christi in "70.
Later, when he flew auto parts, I was a frequent visitor to the Universal dispatch offices at Willow Run where a bijillion B-24s were built. He followed Gene Zantop to Fairbanks, flying DC-3s and C-46s, before taking my favorite of his jobs.
Mom was less than impressed, but we lived in a WW2 USAAF barracks that had been converted into apartments. Dad flew C-46s loaded with 55 gallon barrels to gravel strips and frozen lakes in the Alaskan interior, from the rail head at Nenana, for John Coghill.
After flying the C-46 as an unofficial third pilot, getting certified in the Cessna 150 and Apache after we moved to Florida was a non-event.
Dad was working for Jean Rich, and after a bit of flying the WSJ and Herald to Nassau in the Apache, I went to work for Harold Bellomy and Charles Lawson flying right seat in a, wait for it, a C-46 (with Dutch lettering). But this time I got paid.
Anyway, that's good for now. What a wonderful trip it has been.
My mentor and role model.
When I was in grade school he flew the mail in a Twin Beech, and flying relief supplies, he took me to see the devistation that Ceilia delivered to Corpus Christi in "70.
Later, when he flew auto parts, I was a frequent visitor to the Universal dispatch offices at Willow Run where a bijillion B-24s were built. He followed Gene Zantop to Fairbanks, flying DC-3s and C-46s, before taking my favorite of his jobs.
Mom was less than impressed, but we lived in a WW2 USAAF barracks that had been converted into apartments. Dad flew C-46s loaded with 55 gallon barrels to gravel strips and frozen lakes in the Alaskan interior, from the rail head at Nenana, for John Coghill.
After flying the C-46 as an unofficial third pilot, getting certified in the Cessna 150 and Apache after we moved to Florida was a non-event.
Dad was working for Jean Rich, and after a bit of flying the WSJ and Herald to Nassau in the Apache, I went to work for Harold Bellomy and Charles Lawson flying right seat in a, wait for it, a C-46 (with Dutch lettering). But this time I got paid.
Anyway, that's good for now. What a wonderful trip it has been.