Happy New Year!
It does not matter that only a few in each generation will grasp and achieve the full reality of man’s proper stature — and that the rest will betray it. It is those few that move the world and give life its meaning— and it is those few that I have sort to address. The rest are no concern of mine; it is not me or The Fountainhead that they will betray: it is their own souls.
—— Ayn Rand New York, May 1978
Here’s wishing you much success in the coming year…
May you achieve all you desire.
End of a decade
2019 marks the end of the first decade in the 21st century.
I only flew once this year. And what a flight that was…
There was tremendous progress on other fronts, and I think next year should bring forth many more flying adventures.
The top five visited posts this past year were:
- GA Flying over Niagara Falls
- Flying to the Bahamas in a C172
- Point-to-point Navigation
- Oshkosh Flyin: Rock your Wings
- Indian Women Pilots
Interesting to see that the viewership of my Niagara Falls article was double the Bahamas article which until last year was the most visited!
Photo courtesy Gert.
Here’s wishing an exciting and adventurous Roaring 20’s!
The next 10 years Despite the large amount of historical content on ‘airscape’, there’s also an abiding interest in what’s coming next… If you want to see the future, hold a mirror up to the past. So when I was recently asked what I thought would be aviation’s biggest influencer in the coming decade, I […]
via Future flight — airscape Magazine
Madine Pulaski had a passion for airborne travel that took her from serving as a flight attendant to becoming a versatile pilot. A member of the Cherokee Nation, she was born as Etha Madine Waltrip in 1936 in the community of Eldon, Oklahoma. When Pulaski was in the eighth grade, she and her family moved to […]
via National Native American Heritage Month: Madine Pulaski, Pilot — Transportation History
Happiness: Words, Music & Pictures
“Not if the Earth looked like this, he thought. Not if you could hear the hope, and the promise like a voice, with leaves, tree trunks, and rocks instead of words…..Men have not found the words for it, nor the deed, nor the thought, but they have found the music. Let me see that in one single act of man on earth. Let me see it made real. Let me see the answer to the promise of that music. Not servants, nor those served; not altars and immolations; but the final, the fulfilled the innocent of pain. Don’t help me or serve me, but let me see it once because I need it. Don’t work for my happiness, my brothers– show me yours— show me it is possible– show me your achievement and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.”
— The Fountainhead