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Pilot reads article; suffers fatal crash

Back in 1990, I was desperate for a job. On one hand, I was indeed rich – married, with a three-year-old son waiting for me at home – but on the other hand, well, let’s just say I needed a job. The stress associated with the place I was working was making me miserable and driving me crazy. Or at least crazier than I already was. Unfortunately, instead of having pursued a career that promised a lucrative income, bank robber, let’s say, border coyote, drug smuggler, career politician, I had pursued two professions that paid little – aviation and journalism. In other words, I had fun, but I had little money most of the time. Still, the minute Trade-A-Plane (tabloid newspaper published for the aviation community) came out, I would drive over to McCreery Aviation at the McAllen airport and pick up a copy to check out the help-wanted jobs for pilots. (For most practical purposes, the online world hadn’t yet arrived.) Long story short, I got a job with a guy in Wisconsin who owned a group of magazines, two of which were flying magazines – Cessna Owners Magazine and Piper Owners Magazine. Sure, I could write and edit those and lay them out, and I could work as a part-time flight instructor at the nearby airport, and the salary was livable. It was a job where I could mirror both of my experiences – writing and flying. So, we loaded up the Ryder truck and bid adios to Texas and headed to Wisconsin, the state with the cold weather from which I had just fled 11 years prior (funny how life works out). Shortly after we got there, the owner of the publishing company took me out to the local airport (Central County), where he had set up a meeting with an insurance agent who owned a single-engine Piper. Can’t remember the model. Probably a Cherokee. Maybe an Archer. Nice guy. Probably mid-40s if I remember right. A blonde, slim, wore glasses, clean-shaven, quiet and unassuming personality with an easy smile. Anyway, my boss’s idea was to get me together with this guy and his plane and shoot some pictures so I could use them with a monthly flying column I was going to write for the two magazines he had just hired me to edit. So my boss took a photo of me standing next to the prop, and one with me ...

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