One day, back in West Haven, Connecticut, in 1941, living on my grandfather’s farm, an Aeronca “Flying Bathtub” came swooping over me. I was helping my uncles and grandfather bring in the hay on a sweet summer day, and the last thing I thought would happen was a buzz job by that pot-bellied flying machine. […]
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The Glory Days of Flying
From vomit cleaner to budding pilot in the days before WWII
