Ground-loops?

Ground-loops?

“JEEZ, DON’T GROUND-LOOP IT!” “Jeez! – don’t let it ground-loop!!!” Shrinking from the baggy-eyed bully as he grabbed the controls, I glared at him. “Hey wait, dammit – ground loop?!” He relaxed his grip as we rolled out, giving me back the rudder to steer the...
On Father’s Day, remembering

On Father’s Day, remembering

In Memoriam, to a wonderful father (Excerpt from Fly Over Down Under) 1946 – WW II is over… we are joining my father in Luzon. The transport ship pulled in to dock at destination Manila. A brass band played with great gusto and feeling, “Kiss me once, and...
How It All Began

How It All Began

Flying. Something for birds and boys, right? That’s what my parents’ world had me think. (Daddy was the flyer…. We were nee the Army Air Corps, then the US Air Force.)  I believed that – until one day, way into my own grown-up life, somebody said “Naw, we don’t do...
Turn Right at the Statue

Turn Right at the Statue

I was wiggling my toes deep under the covers, feeling the cool sheets after the hot summer day. Ahhh. There are pleasures you never tire of, and that end of day bliss in your safe harbor is one. The phone rang, putting a shrill end to our bedtime’s peace and calm. It...
Flying Tigers

Flying Tigers

“Lawsa, Miz Morgan, dat chile is lahk a lambs-tail in fly time, dartin’ all ovah dat yahd!!”  That was my beloved black nanny Dolly, patient and tender, who still lives in my heart. Love doesn’t know color, when you’re a child.  She would shield me from sadness...