Thomas, it was my Uncle Bob who took me up in an Aeronca Champ before I learned to fly. He later took me up in a Citabria and did some aerobatics with me in the back seat. We did some barrel rolls, and the thing I remember most about that experience was I got dirt in my eyes from the floor. I told him about it, and he laughed and said I'd get over it! Later on that same year, I began taking flying lessons...1976.

Sara, thank you so much for sharing those comforting words. You are special!

Hello Jim,

So sorry to hear about your loss. It is evident from your past posts about your Uncle Bob how close you were with him.

My sincere condolences to you, your family and to your Uncle Bob's family.

Shalom,

Peter