I’ve told the story before of my first attempt to get involved in aviation, and my absolutely dismal failure.
It was sophomore year at Glastonbury High School in rural central Connecticut. A US Navy recruiter came to speak to students who were open to enlisting in the military.
That may seem like no big deal today, but in 1973, the US had just left Viet Nam and the gaping national wound was nowhere near being healed.
Enlisting was not a popular choice in my day. [Read more…]