Valentina Tereshkova, the first woman in space, landed safely back on Earth after a three-day mission on orbit. Tereshkova was born in central Russia in 1937 to so-called ‘proletarian’ parents, and out of school worked at a textile factory. She developed a passion for skydiving during this period, and this skill brought her to the […]
Happy Father’s Day!
Happy Father’s Day!
I never really knew my father. I was barely 7 years old, when my father was involved in an accident that took him from us. I remember the simple days when I rode on his shoulders as he walked the terrace as a child, or in the Jeep he traveled for work to far off hydro-electric power-plants. The times I convinced him I was unwell to attend school– I knew how to sweet talk!
I didn’t have a chance to get to know you, but I hope, I have followed in your footsteps. I loved to read, just as you did. I devoured the books we had in our house. Some collected by you and others by my sisters who loved to read.
I am an Engineer like you. Although I started out as a Civil Engineer like you, I continued as…
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Steve Rossiter is an ATP/CFII in both helicopters and fixed wing; flying two tours in Vietnam and two tours as an Army Instructor Pilot (one in helicopters and one in airplanes). He has been a CFI and professional pilot for over 50 years.
Time for some new stamps….
Lately the weather has not been cooperative, at least not on weekends.
Weeks ahead, I had reserved an aircraft, and planned the flight to Hampton Roads. We had a good group of 4-5 aircraft with 10-12 people all set to go. Then the weather gods intervened with: “Thou shall not fly!”
The forecast was awful, more severe than what actually transpired on the day. But the damage was done.
As an after thought, I had reserved an aircraft for the following weekend as a back up plan. My weekends are typically consumed with school work. But, I wanted to squeeze in a flight if I could, if not anything to stay current. The forecast was looking good. I didn’t want to say it out aloud, lest I jinx myself.
Gert and I set off early, an hour later than planned but early to beat the heat. The highs on Saturday…
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June 8th, 2017 marked 150 years since the birth of FLW
There is the old saw about getting your Private Pilot certificate, that it “is a ticket to learn,” meaning that you’ve just gotten the little slip of paper that lets you learn to be a better pilot. I totally buy that. I didn’t count on forgetting some of the things I learned, though. To get […]