By lex, on February 14th, 2011
I missed it, having neglected to properly order my weekend calendar with my weekend employer. Did see a grunch of Hornets taking off from Miramar during one of my dogfight sorties. Wave after wave of five-ships launching, one after t’other.
I was reliably informed that the Coronado Bay bridge and even the southbound 5 were parking lots. And I got tipped by both my pax on Saturday, lovely young ladies the both of ‘em. Second one even gave me a hug for bringing her back alive, like. Which that’s the first time that’s happened. I almost gave her the twenty back.
Almost.
Tailspin Tom hied hisself thither, and took a number of lovely photographs. This one, I thought it’d be especially nice to share.
This lass captured our hearts. If you can think of it, she flew it—Stearman, AT-6, P-51, P-47, P-39, P-38, C-45, C-47, B-24, B-17…and she owned her own T-34 until a few years ago. Now 92, but when she turned 80 she decided she had to stop flying. “But I still love the sound of round engines.”
Golly.
The Lexicans 