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like this? It’s welcoming, camaraderie, fellowship, and
aviation all rolled into one friendly little ball: a chapter
pancake breakfast. Chapter 902 did itself proud right off
Parked, I was unbuckling from my airplane when a man
and woman walked by, and the woman took a picture of the
nose art on my airplane. I hollered, “That’s my bride when
she was 18 and we were dating. We’ve been married for 41
years.” I don’t know why I said all that, but I did. She said,
“That’s so cool.” It was a brief moment of friendship with
strangers. I love stuff like that.
I wandered the grounds at little Mulino Airport. Airplanes
galore: RVs, Swifts, a Zodiac, a Sport Cub, Steve Johansen’s
RV-3B, an Ag Cat, a Stearman, Cessnas, Pipers, a Waco,
a Travel Air, Stinsons, Kitfoxes, ’ 55, ’ 56, and ’ 57 Ford
Thunderbirds (a nice man explained to me how to tell a ’ 56
taillight from a ’ 55 taillight), and a 1931 Case tractor. I was
like a hog in slop. Paul P. started it; EAA Chapter 902, today,
was the poster child for his vision.
It’s welcoming, camaraderie, fellowship,
and aviation all rolled into one friendly
little ball: a chapter pancake breakfast.
The pancakes were not slop. They were perfect, as fly-in
pancakes always are, and cooked by members of the Oregon
Pilots Association’s Mulino Chapter. (United we stand,
remember?) Polite, happy, industrious, hard-working people
gathering for a meal on a beautiful day, surrounded by airplanes. You feel it too, don’t you?
(As a side note, they served 775 [!] breakfasts that morning. How’s that for a couple small aviation groups banding
together for one day at a small airport!)
As I was standing in line, I was talking to Nel. I was telling
him that Steve Johansen, a hangar neighbor, won an award
at Arlington for his RV-3B.
Nel flew down to my airport a while back, and we flew
formation. We brief, start together, taxi in formation, perform two-ship formation takeoffs (those are just so much
fun), fly fingertip, and practice cross-unders, close trail,
extended trail, re-joins—all that stuff—with brief radio calls,
hand signals, and airplane signals (wing rocks, rudder wags,
etc.). He leads, and then I lead. We do it because we love it.
We built these little RV- 8 quasi-fighters, and we’re both ex-military and enjoy the fun and challenge of it all. It’s like an
expression of freedom. It’s the EAA spirit, pure and simple.
Perhaps I’ve waxed a little too poetic. But here’s the
deal: these last few weeks of summer have been poetic.
Good weather. Good flyin’. Good people. And I’m very
thankful for all of that. And I know you know exactly
what I’m saying.