You know how certain days of your life are so monumental that they will be ingrained in your memory until the day you die? Yesterday was one of those days. Growing up I’ll never forget the framed cut up shirt that hung in my dad’s office. It was from the day he soloed on his way to becoming the pilot I had always known him to be. Unlike most kids, my family never went on road trips, we went on flying trips. To this day, my dad still owns the Bonanza that I grew up in. It’s a part of our family and flying is a part of who I am. Continue reading ‘Flying Solo’
