In 1973 Patti and I flew from San Juan to Saint Thomas, US Virgin Islands with a couple of our friends on what at that time was PRINAIR. One of our friends was of considerable size (If he had not … Continue reading →
My enthusiasm for flying continued in spite of my heartbreaking lack of twenty-twenty vision. In 1968, the year of the Tet Offensive in Nam, and the year Nam got ugly, my family moved into a new house in Metairie, a … Continue reading →
My friend and fellow writer John Jones sent me the link at the bottom of the page. He received it from a long-time friend, a WWII fighter pilot who flew the P-47 Thunderbolt and P-51 Mustang in combat. If that … Continue reading →
