Love the pics, John... I grew up fascinated with planes... My dad would take me over to Graham Road field... It was dirt and all the pilots hung out at a bar (excuse me, aviators club) there were WW II vets who owned a hodgepodge of older planes and give one a couple bucks to take me up... Guess I was around 10 and these guys would let me fly their planes as they would spin their stories... Got purdy good at landing old tail draggers...
(But Boberdz... Dind't you wreck an ol' Super Cub when you were 16???)
Well, yeah but like my "licensed pilot" says, "Brother... Any landing you walk away from is a good one"...