When I was a kid I used to wander around the hangers at Sandusky airport and sniff the dope and marvel at the drum tight fabric on the Waco N or the Porterfield or J-3 Cubs. When I heard the train whistle I would run out to the road and watch the NYC passenger rumble by at over a hundred and three miles an hour. Usually you could turn and look out over the lake past Cedar Point and see a couple of lake freighters. Then back to the hangers.
There was a lot of airplane and engine talk and the three local old timers, Harry Griffing, Oliver Weiker, and Virgil Kriem, were always part of the mutterings. Well, the NYC is gone, there are few lake freighters, Harry died a few years back, Oliver died a couple of years ago, and Virgil died a couple of days ago.
I can't explain to my kids how it was to stand under a zepplin at Akron or ride a sidewheeler party boat on the lake or take off of a muddy sod field in a PT 19 or to just listen to the old timers tell their tales of the beginning of a magic time in history. Soon, when I'm gone, no one will know how it was. A miracle in time will be lost.
Goodby Virgil
RonC
N96995
N5481M ex
N76536 ex
N9107B
There was a lot of airplane and engine talk and the three local old timers, Harry Griffing, Oliver Weiker, and Virgil Kriem, were always part of the mutterings. Well, the NYC is gone, there are few lake freighters, Harry died a few years back, Oliver died a couple of years ago, and Virgil died a couple of days ago.
I can't explain to my kids how it was to stand under a zepplin at Akron or ride a sidewheeler party boat on the lake or take off of a muddy sod field in a PT 19 or to just listen to the old timers tell their tales of the beginning of a magic time in history. Soon, when I'm gone, no one will know how it was. A miracle in time will be lost.
Goodby Virgil
RonC
N96995
N5481M ex
N76536 ex
N9107B
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