We stumbled across some old photographs. My sister Sue took these when I stopped in LaCrosse on a student cross country flight, August 8, 1990. This was back when I had hair and a waist.
Back in the day
Flying Season has arrived
A beautiful Sunday morning flight down to Portage for a pancake breakfast.
Last of the snow?
Watching spring arrive from the air is truly remarkable. I’m hoping we see it soon.
A couple of decades later
My kids still look good in an airplane.
Why I learned to fly.
Richard Bach’s A Gift of Wings had more to do with me learning to fly than any other single thing. It is a thrilling, inspiring collection of aviation tales. Be careful. Bach may lead you to the left seat of an airplane that you are flying.
GO Flying Point 