No Means No

July, 1972. Our 1956 model Cessna 172 needed a paint job in the worst way. Its red and white paint was peeling badly, and the aluminum shone through almost all of the fuselage. My dad told me that if I wanted it painted so badly, I could strip it myself.  Our deal was that he wouldContinue reading “No Means No”

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, Part II

May is Bladder Cancer Awareness Month, and I had intended to post daily about this disease that affects about 18 out of every 100,000 people in the United States. When the cancer is limited to the lining of the bladder, the five-year survival rate is 96%.  If the tumor is still confined to the bladder butContinue reading “Bladder Cancer, Part II”

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”

Summer, 1973 – The Job From Hell

My father is furious.  My mother is ready to kill me.  Daddy’s gone through the time on the engine and my mother has gone through her gas card receipts and they know what I’ve been up to.  My weekly trips to the beach have to stop.  I’ll never forgive the line boy at the MyrtleContinue reading “Summer, 1973 – The Job From Hell”