When I was 16 my Dad got bitten by the Supercub bug and had several over the years. Like many of you, he sat in the back and quietly showed me how to fly his cub. Well sometimes not so quiet. I was a happy boy at age 17 in my dads supercub on floats and the world by the rear end. My younger brother Gary was just as much into the Cubs as I was, but as fate would show him at age 16 he became a Type 1 insulin dependent diabetic, so the pilot liscense was out. He struggled a lot with the disease, and I saw in his eyes the bitterness that he couldnt get a private. He went with me a lot, and still does, and I would let him sit up in the front office on occasion. That was almost 40 years ago. He still goes with me when he can. One of his boyhood dream airplanes like most of us was P51 Mustangs. He just loves them. Hes been to Sun and Fun a couple times to watch them fly, and spent many weekends in Wiscasset Maine when there were a bunch of warbirds hanging around all summer.
Unknown to me he started a savings account and would rathole a few bucks away over the years. Yesterday he cashed in his account for an hour at Stallion 51 at Kissimmee Fl in the back of Crazy Horse. He has been planning it for years. I dont know what it cost him but the smile on his face is worth a fortune to me. He could barely talk on the phone when he called me.He said Lee Lauderback personally thanked him for flying with them, a class act. Congrats Gary, its not often you get to see a dream come true
Jim
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