... AVIATION ...

My flying story began when I was four years old, crossing the Atlantic with my family on a PanAm 747.  Dad brought me up to the cockpit and I got to sit on the captain's lap and "steer" the plane.  I remember being absolutely awestruck, and as much as I love watching the skies from any airplane window, there was just something about that front seat.  It never occurred to me that I'd want to become a pilot, but years later, after flying around the Pacific Northwest for two weeks with a friend in his Luscombe Silvaire (read the book HERE), that's when I knew:  I needed to learn how to fly.  Life is too short to miss an adventure.