I’ve been scaring the hell out of me and my family since the early 1980s, when I began to learn to fly airplanes. Airplanes, as it turns out, have been a thread throughout my life, but it took real form and function when living very close to Minuteman Airport in Stow, MA. I decided if there ever was a time to learn to fly, this was the time. Once I began, it was a steady progression. Back then, one had to have a commercial rating to fly for what was known as “AirLifeLine”, and so I persisted up to that point. Currently with about 2,000 hours, I am the caretaker who watches over a marvelous machine – a 1967 M20E Mooney named “Casper,” acquired in Kerrville, TX, where all Mooneys are born. Casper lives with Scott in the “Kingdom,” which is the northeast corner of Vermont. And now, his new hangar mate joins them - a 1972 Starduster Too, built originally by Tom Overton. This Starduster spent the last 3+ years in Canada. Now repatriated to the USA, she is trying to teach me how to fly her in the Green Mountains and over the rolling farms of the Kingdom. Bon chance, mes amis!
