Just thought I'd brag on my old man for a moment. He's 83 and seeing a widow
down the street. I don't ask questions.

That's so cool. The one great regret I've had with flying is that I
never got to take my Dad for a ride. He, too, was a WWII vet, and died
(relatively) young, at age 74, back in '93.

Of all the things I'd like to do with my Dad (if given the chance), it
would be to take him flying over his hometown. Although he flew
extensively during his lifetime, he never (to my knowledge) had the
privilege of taking the controls, and I think he would have been a
natural pilot.

Growing up in the depression, selling pots and pans door to door to
help support his widowed mother, I'm sure he never dreamed that he
would father a son who would one day get to fly. I'll bet in 1937,
when he graduated from high school without a nickel to his name, that
notion would have been as far-fetched as space travel...

What an amazing period of American history their generation enjoyed.
Their legacy is that we continue to enjoy the incredible prosperity and
freedom that their effort and foresight created. We should hope to do
so well for our children.
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"