"Years ago, my wish came true. I was flying with a primary student and I spotted a big irrigation pivot that had been freshly mowed."
" The wingwalker’s stand was ripped from the center section and the young woman was hurled like a ragdoll into the trees. Earl’s shoulder harness failed and his face became one with the instrument panel."
An account of an early airman's last flight in the trainer of his youth. This is the first article in the Tailwheeler's Journal by an outside writer.