[tdw28210]

Grew up flying in the back seat of Cessna 205 which can be rough in anything but smooth air. As a 6 year old I helped him repaint it- which meant fetching buckets of water and returning them to the hangar while he sanded the crap out of it. Watched him paint in the hangar too. Had a couple "oh *****" moments with the family onboard. (Looking at you Festus, MO.)

Actually soloed in a 172 in college, but I never truly got bit by the flying bug. Dad continued to fly all the time until he couldn't pass his annual physical due to an eye injury. I actually run a twin Beech fuel gauge in the clock slot of my '73 hotrod 911 as a tribute to him.