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noun

1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: a nostalgia for his college days.
2. something that elicits or displays nostalgia.
 
It can be the lost childhood of the 70’s or
the memories of dancing to the 80’s tunes of ABBA or
the Beegees… or
the seriousness of the Beatles or
the adolescence of the 90s or
the maturity of the 2000’s.
 
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Fast Boats, Slow Planes

Ten years ago…

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No Quake Zone

I gripped the support tightly lest I fly off. Sitting on the bow, is an extraordinary experience.  Riding the waves at some 30 miles an hour is almost like riding a roller coaster.  I could feel the excitement in the pit of my stomach, as we rode out another huge wave. Whoa what a ride!

To think I almost didn’t make it.

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Two decades later

Each year as September rolls in, it is hard to not reflect on 9/11. This year marks twenty years since that fateful day. Has it really been that long?

This year as I reflect, here are some articles I have written on the topic over the last twenty years.

We will never forget!

As I started to write this, I was struck by the enormity of what happened on September 11,  2001. It is more than a month now, yet those atrocious attacks remain fresh in my mind like yesterday. What happened there must never be allowed to happen again, not here nor anywhere else  in the world. Much more than peoples lives was lost that day. It is upto each one of us to contribute in our own ways to rebuild the future. As aviators it is important now more than ever, to come out and fly to promote the cause of the future of General Aviation. Continue to read here.

Lost Innocence

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depths of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

— taken from the Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore

“It must be difficult for you that there is no way to lock your aircraft. Quite easy for someone to break in and fly away” I said without thinking. Continue to read here.

This Day, Ten Years Ago

We Will Always Remember

The weather has been dreary all week. Lee was making it’s way up the coast bringing rain, flooding, power outages and playing havoc. As if we haven’t already had enough. Rattled by earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, and tropical storms. Despite the external havoc, the foremost thought on everyone’s mind the last few days was the one thing that we will never forget. How could we? From front page footage of scenes reviving the horror, to recollections, and never before seen or heard stories of one of the worst tragedies to touch the free world. The somberness reflected on each and every face: remembering the horror of this day, ten years ago. It was gloomy on all fronts all week. Continue to read here.

We Will Always Remember

9/11: Thirteen years later…

We’ve come a long way since that horrific day, thirteen years ago. Time has only proved how resilient we are. Continue to read here.

Remembering this day

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In a way 9/11 triggered my childhood fascination for writing.

2001 was the year, I got my PPL. I could finally become a full member of the 99s. It was the year I took over as the editor of the Slipstream, the newsletter for my local chapter. Continue to read here.