Rgbeard
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rgbeard
This morning, Alzheimers claimed yet another one.
My Dad was quite the accomplished individual, and the world, for me at least, is just a little dimmer now that he's gone.
He was born in 1944 as the son of the local auto mechanic, locksmith, chicken farmer, and all around general-mechanical-whiz of a dad, with the same name.
In 1969, he met his friend from work, to go take a fun ride around Weiss Airport (near St.L., Missouri). He walked away from that - without a fun ride, but with a 50% share in a Cessna 120. The aviation bug bit hard, and he owned a series of small taildraggers, along with his beloved Cherokee 140, and later his Turbo Lance, that he owned until just last year.
His work career spans a 20 year engagement with IBM, where he served on engineering teams that created machines still in use in our day-to-day lives. He ended his work career as an entrepreneur running a small computer store in his small town in Illinois.
For a time period beginning in the early 90s, he got the itch to play with racehorses, and grew a half-share of a horse to a 42-horse semi-professional operation, that provided a nearly-ten-year process of learning and fun.
He had a razor-sharp wit, and while he had a good time, he suffered no fools and wouldn't tolerate sloth or laziness.
Being his only kid could be simultaneously a blessing and a curse, and I focused the energy my parents provided me to become who I am today. (I'll let you decide how I did with that one.)
Thanks for all the good times. Safe flying, Dad. Squawk VFR.
My Dad was quite the accomplished individual, and the world, for me at least, is just a little dimmer now that he's gone.
He was born in 1944 as the son of the local auto mechanic, locksmith, chicken farmer, and all around general-mechanical-whiz of a dad, with the same name.
In 1969, he met his friend from work, to go take a fun ride around Weiss Airport (near St.L., Missouri). He walked away from that - without a fun ride, but with a 50% share in a Cessna 120. The aviation bug bit hard, and he owned a series of small taildraggers, along with his beloved Cherokee 140, and later his Turbo Lance, that he owned until just last year.
His work career spans a 20 year engagement with IBM, where he served on engineering teams that created machines still in use in our day-to-day lives. He ended his work career as an entrepreneur running a small computer store in his small town in Illinois.
For a time period beginning in the early 90s, he got the itch to play with racehorses, and grew a half-share of a horse to a 42-horse semi-professional operation, that provided a nearly-ten-year process of learning and fun.
He had a razor-sharp wit, and while he had a good time, he suffered no fools and wouldn't tolerate sloth or laziness.
Being his only kid could be simultaneously a blessing and a curse, and I focused the energy my parents provided me to become who I am today. (I'll let you decide how I did with that one.)
Thanks for all the good times. Safe flying, Dad. Squawk VFR.
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