In Memory of Bob McSwiggan

I In Memory of Bob McSwiggan It was the worst weekend I’d ever had. I had sold my flight school and was rudderless, floating without a job and in the middle of a divorce.  What was I going to do with myself? An FAA inspector told me he had given my resume to Bob McSwiggan withContinue reading “In Memory of Bob McSwiggan”

Bladder Cancer – A Family Experience

The memory of my grandfather standing in our powder room struggling with his ileostomy bag is indelibly printed in my brain.  My grandparents had come to visit with my parents and the bag had leaked.  PawPaw never had a cross word for anyone and he didn’t talk much.  Andy always said PawPaw was a lot like God.  He didn’tContinue reading “Bladder Cancer – A Family Experience”