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”

September 11, 2001

I’ve had two days at home and it is time to start moving around.  It is a beautiful Georgia day, low humidity with a hint of fall in the crisp air.  I make some jasmine tea, sit down on the sofa.  The fragrance of blueberry muffins fill the house.  This is the perfect life.  Maybe I’ll go play some golfContinue reading “September 11, 2001”

Aviation and Gender Bias

I learned to fly to fly before I learned to drive.  Going to the airport and getting in a plane is as normal to me as getting in a car is to anyone else. I started to work when I was 13 years old and saved every penny I made to pay for my flying. Continue reading “Aviation and Gender Bias”

Aviation and Gender Bias

I learned to fly to fly before I learned to drive.  Going to the airport and getting in a plane is as normal to me as getting in a car is to anyone else. I started to work when I was 13 years old and saved every penny I made to pay for my flying. Continue reading “Aviation and Gender Bias”

The Last Bath

We began our day at the New Life International school and orphanage. Some kids live here and others just come to school here. School attendance is compulsory until age 18 but we have seen so many kids along the beach and in the streets. One of the street children, about 10 or 11, told usContinue reading “The Last Bath”