Jun. 15th, 2010 07:38 pm
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some mornings..
you wake when you are suppose to..
then fall asleep again..
you don't even realize you are asleep

until you suddenly awaken hearing words that only later you realize were a Tyler Durden moment...

Mine this morning...

you can be me
and not me
and you
and not you
you can be we


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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of times that take our breath away...
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I've wanted to fly since I was a little kid. In the early 80s, when I started high school, I started finding my way to airshows by hook or by crook. I had to go. I just had to. One of my favorite memories from the time was at a Denton airshow, sitting in the pilot seat of a DC3 they had open for us to climb around and watching a Tora Tora Zeek and a T6 beat up the field with their propane pop guns. Later, standing under the shade of a B25 wing I watched the pilots taxi back in after their airshow performance and thought, it'd be great to be able to be out there where they are...

Not many years later I started my flight training in 1985, things happened and it got put on hold until early 2006 when I returned with a vengeance to get my ticket. Since then I've flown a small handful of different planes, picked up a tailwheel endorsement. I've been saluted by a B17 co-pilot when they taxied by at Arlington while I preflighted a Cheetah as a student. I orbited over Joe Pool lake that day just so that I could watch them return to the right hand pattern and land that grand old girl at the field.

Saturday, I arrived at Midway for a late morning appointment with my favorite Citabria. Scattered across the ramp I found all sorts of heavy iron. 3 Dc3s, 3 T6s, a B25, the 3 T28s, and even an L5. I found out later that they were staged at the field because they were going to do a formation flyover of a Veteran's Day event at the Waxahachie Civic Center.

Once I tugged her from the hanger, I preflighted my bird. Climbed in and started to taxied out. The DC3s and T6s were up. The B25 and T28s were just taxiing down the taxiway for runup. I fell in behind them in my little Citabria. Thinking back to when I was a kid, dreaming of someday, somehow, being able to be anywhere in the same area with these sorts of legends I had to smile. Here I am now, on the same taxiway as these beautiful planes. Reaching back to that 16 year old kid I watched the B25 call their departure on 36. I watched her roll out, line up, pause a moment and then roll the throttles forward. The roar of the engines through the open cockpit window made the kid in me smile. Next the T28s call their departure as a flight of 3, watching them take off, tuck their gear and climb out together, I couldn't help but grin again.

I smiled at the 16 year old kid from way back when that was cheering inside of me and thought, as I called my own departure, power in, tail up, the Citabria leaping off the pavement into a 1000 foot per minute climb, it's as much fun as you ever dreamed kid, and a whole lot more. As I entered the same ocean of air as all those who've flown before us, I knew, as much fun as you've ever dreamed, and a whole lot more.
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All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
T. E. Lawrence
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Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.
Marsha Norman

I've been stumbling on some good quotes lately in my excursions across the net...

For various reasons, they speak to me, and I think, they might to some of you...

Over the next couple of weeks some of them will likely show up here...


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