For the love of flying

warren1[1]When someone asks me about my life I say, before aviation, or after aviation. Before aviation I was just a country boy from a small town in Pennsylvania and I would spend a lot of time on our old chicken house roof pretending to be flying the world war II bombers and fighters that flew in formation over head. I knew they were headed for war and some far off place I probably never heard of and would never see. Back then I had no mentors, no one to encourage me or to tell me I could do what I dreamed of doing as a little boy, “fly”!

It would be 20-years later after becoming a successful mechanical contractor would my mentor surface and many more would follow, all encouraging me to go for it, be a pilot, “just do it” and so I did. I got my private pilot license and then my commercial license and after a couple of trips with some of the finest pilots I would ever meet as a co-pilot in some old but beautiful Beech D-18s I packed my bags and headed for flight training out west where I was, at the age of 35, the oldest kid in the class, by about 17-years. Old yes, but no one was more eager and willing to learn as I was and I ate and slept and worked at flight training and it paid off.

The rest, as they say is history. Long hours as a CFI and some part time co-pilot jobs and waiting for the “flight hours” to grow until finally a real job as a co-pilot came along. It was here I would soon learn under the watchful eye of the “boss” just how much I still had to learn about flying. Fortunately for me this captain had more hours than I could imagine training world war II Army pilots to fly and he was used to taking pilots under his wing and that is what he did for me. Always teaching and above all always encouraging me never belittling or badgering. He was one of many great friends to come my way, and “I learned to fly”. I would later on work for a large charter company flying many hours in various aircraft. It was one of those jobs I should have stuck with, but as they say the grass is always greener.

Sometime later after being the Chief pilot and Director of Aviation for a very large charter and flight training FBO I moved on as the captain of several small corporate aircraft. Then tragically my flying career came to an end when a swimming pool accident left me paralyzed from the neck down. It would be sometime before I would walk again and get back to a somewhat normal life but flying was out of the picture. They say when your bitten by the flying bug it will always be in your blood and in my case that is very true. I continued my aviation career in aviation sales for several Avionics distributors and manufacturers until my retirement in 1998. I would be remiss if I did not mention three very important family members who to this day have always supported me in my flying career and with out whose support it would not have been possible. My loving wife of 39-years Beth, and our two children, Laura and Ryan, to them I humbly say thank you very much.

You will not find my name in any aviation books and I have not received any aviation awards, but there is one achievement I am very proud of, that is having realized my boy hood dream, “to fly”. If my little story here encourages a young person to go after his or her dream of flying I simply say “do it” you can break the bonds of earth and reach out and touch the face of God “Just for the love of flying”.

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