I’m home in one piece! (More on this later.)
I had a fabulous weekend, most of it in New York City, but the icing on the cake was arriving at Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome half an hour before they closed and catching the very last load of the day in the 1929 New Standard biplane. I was airborne within 5 minutes of parking my car.
The biplane pilot was the kind fellow who did me a favour last year by scattering Hugh’s ashes around the time of my first wedding anniversary (Hugh died July 26). He knows my story.
When he saw me approach the plane he recognized me straightaway, gave me a big smile and greeted me warmly. We talked for a while after we were back on the ground. I told him I was in flight training and doing much better this year. His wife (also a pilot) died of cancer exactly 10 months before David, so I know he knows why I keep making these pilgrimages to the Aerodrome. After all, he’s still there, too.