tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post116200282336181390..comments2024-03-22T07:12:47.560-07:00Comments on Pitchpull: In the DNA?Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11919862790973521778noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-1162375147075388262006-11-01T01:59:00.000-08:002006-11-01T01:59:00.000-08:00You said "We flew together some.... not nearly as ...You said "We flew together some.... not nearly as much as I would have liked." <BR/>He probably has been with you on just about every flight that you have taken. You just didn't know it at the time. He has been guiding and protecting you every since that first flight with him. And I'll bet that if you listen closely enough, You will still hear him guiding you.TwoDogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05731764822548723045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-1162327402859167252006-10-31T12:43:00.000-08:002006-10-31T12:43:00.000-08:00Most definitely it's "in the DNA"! Dad was an Air...Most definitely it's "in the DNA"! Dad was an Air Force fighter pilot and I've finally, in the past few years, been able to take him flying. We even hauled him to Oshkosh a few years back. I know beyond a doubt that my passion for flying was planted when I was knee high waiting on the flight for Dad to return home from somewhere...or from looking up at the airplanes in the pattern and wondering which one was him.Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15890135192476061958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-1162227587161844702006-10-30T08:59:00.000-08:002006-10-30T08:59:00.000-08:00Since you're posting about flying...I need you and...Since you're posting about flying...I need you and your readers on the Air Force Team!!! Stop by my site.THIRDWAVEDAVEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09523845768983338199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-1162225911462430092006-10-30T08:31:00.000-08:002006-10-30T08:31:00.000-08:00Greybeard, you jogged my memory!When I was 8 years...Greybeard, you jogged my memory!<BR/><BR/>When I was 8 years old, we made our home, for a while, in Indianapolis and lived about 2 miles from Sky Harbor. I used to see small planes taking off and landing there. Then the new interstate was built (or widened, my memory is not that clear) and a big shopping center was built near the approach end of one runway. The small planes disappeared and the airport was closed, which seemed sad to me, even as a child.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the post ...Avimentorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17508862704398151334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12452759.post-1162217989301269242006-10-30T06:19:00.000-08:002006-10-30T06:19:00.000-08:00Great post! I started flying ...well many years ag...Great post! I started flying ...well many years ago, and for one reason or another never flew with my Dad. This Spring my parents were visiting the area and I took them both up for the first time. Less then an hour, but the memory will last for ever...for all of us. Flying is surely a great way to span the generations.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03380749122515277390noreply@blogger.com