“Four shirts, four pairs of pants, a snow machine suit, and I’m still cold.” Thus began my journal, on this this day in 2000. I was in Fairbanks, Alaska, flying a 1946 McDonald Douglas DC-4 delivering fuel to remote villages. This contract pilot stent may very well be the craziest thing I’ve ever done andContinue reading “Remembering”
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September 11.
September 11. Home. Not happy. I should be flying. Nothing to do but maybe I could go play golf. 8:45 a.m. I hate morning television shows but I go into the living room and turn on the TV to CBS. Before I’ve brewed my tea, the nightmare begins. My cousin calls first. Ken wants toContinue reading “September 11.”
Dr. Suzanne Minarcine 