End to Flying Column – Maybe; maybe not
I’m thinking that I’ve run out of flying columns to write. Can’t think of anything else to say after a six-year ride, mas o menos.
I’m thinking that I’ve run out of flying columns to write. Can’t think of anything else to say after a six-year ride, mas o menos.
If you’re not a fan of Jimmy Buffet, but you love the beach, the water, you’re missing out on something special if you’ve never listened to his music (29 studio albums; 14 live) aside from his big radio hit from 1977, Margaritaville.
There is an old adage in aviation that goes like this: “Flying is 99 percent boredom and one percent sheer terror.”
My longtime buddy, Stuart Klein, passed away Sunday, and I have to say, I’m going to miss visiting with the guy who probably framed more diplomas, family photos, at the gallery he and his wife, Sylvia, owned and operated for so many years on Main Street just south of the old library – S. Klein Gallery.
I can’t remember the name of Houston Hobby’s major FBO (fixed base operator) in the late 1970s, early 1980s, but it was the main one where most transient general aviation pulled up to park, top off the gas tanks, and drop off or pick up passengers. It was, in fact, the same FBO where I was sitting one day waiting for some charter passengers to return when I looked up and saw George H.W. Bush walk through the door with his wife, Barbara, and their Secret Service Detail. It was during the 1980 GOP primary season, and Bush was in a fight against Reagan to win the presidential primary. For him, Houston was home base.
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