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hee A few years ago, when I was in my late 50s, a neighbor asked if I'd like to go to a meeting with him. "Except", he said,"I don't know if you're old enough." For the first several months I was the youngest guy there.
Since I retired from flying I don't miss it. I found I DID miss talking about it, telling my tales, listening to others'. I really enjoy this bunch. We have no dues, no officers, no board of directors, no rules. One of the prime movers in organizing it (if you can call it "organized") serves as moderator. We usually have a speaker, but sometimes just get up and tell a "war story" as the spirit moves. Kind of like a Quaker Meeting? ;-)
The stories the World War II pilots tell are fascinating. We have bomber pilots, fighter pilots, transport pilots, Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, and strictly civilian pilots. There are no qualifications for membership. We even have aviation groupies and wannabes. A year ago I took a close friend who is a retired physician. I introduced him as "This is my friend Arthur. He isn't a pilot, he's a physician. It occurred to me that we don't have a Flight Surgeon, so I propose Arthur for that position. Although he was a gynecologist and may not be quite up to speed on aviation medicine, what he lacks in ability he more than makes up for in enthusiasm." Arthur is now our Honorary Flight Surgeon. What a lot of fun.
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