Flying If you want to truly understand what makes me tick, you would have to know my parents. Sadly my mom passed a couple years back, but my 78 year old father is still living life like an expedition. He recently returned from kayaking Yellowstone. Last year it was hiking through the arches of Utah and rafting the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon from end to end.

But there is one pursuit that currently defines him more than any other. His love of all things aviation and his little World War II era Ercoupe named Pea-Shooter. It turns out the little airport in rural northern Illinois where he spends many a day is the subject of a photo essay that is displayed at the AirVenture Museum at the mecca of civilian aviation, Oshkosh, WI. In the photo above dad is recovering the wings of his plane with fabric and to the right you can see this "go-kart with wings" in all its glory.

It is at Galt Airport that my dad has been part of and helped develop a community of aviators and locals that don't sit back and watch the world spin around them. These people come together and make the most of what they have. Cruise through this rather brilliant collection and see the local cheerleaders doing a "plane wash" rather than the mere terrestrial four wheeled fund raiser. See the families and kids out playing or dropping "flour bombs" at the end of the runway. Watch the passion of life long pursuits play out in hangars and cockpits.

You get the sense that both the past and future are in good hands.  ¶ 6:06 PM