ily—that’s when they’re all home.
I don’t want weekends to be about
me. But Teen Flight is about them,
the kids, and that’s different. I soloed
in 1965, and since that time I have
pretty much been paid to do what I
love to do: fly. So I figure it’s time to
give back, to “pay forward,” as Scott
puts it. So, when I can be there for
Scott, I’m going to be there.
Now, here comes the
biggest stumbling block
so far: us! You and me.
And there’s another reason I want
to do it. I’ve told you this story
before, but I’m going to tell it again.
When I was a kid, my mom drove
me to an air show at the Montague
Airport in Montague, California. As
we drove into the parking lot, I could
see some Cessnas parked and, over
to one side, a silver jet. I gravitated
toward the jet. The sign said it was a
T- 33. Next to it stood a guy in a flight
suit with colorful patches sewn on. I
was standing by the wingtip, shoving my hands in my pockets, kicking
Teen Flight participants will build an RV- 12 like this one that was photographed during AirVenture Oshkosh 2008.