As a pilot my Dad has always had a love for flying, from his time as a Liasion Pilot during WWII, to owning a plane, and even today the property he lives on has a private airstrip on it.  Charlie, a friend of his, had been over one day and while talking Dad said something to the fact he'd love to go flying again, especially in an open-air cockpit.  Charlie had connections to a pilot that had a plane that would fit the bill.  He made arrangements for Pilot Dan to fly in, land on Dad's private airstrip and take him flying.

The date was set for Wednesday, March 5, 2008.  We were all pretty excited that Dad was going flying again right off his own airstrip.  He on the other hand, seemed rather laid-back about the whole thing, saying "It's not that big a deal."  But when the day arrived, he was excited, carrying the phone around with him all morning waiting for calls from Charlie and Dan.  Then when the plane lined up to land Dad was in his golf cart and GONE!  He of course was headed for the runway and when I tried to get him to wait for Mom, he just kept going ... I guess he was pretty excited after all.