Day 2 was another great day in Oshkosh. But you’ve probably figured out that for me every day in Oshkosh is a great day. Actually there was the night in
Photo: Acting FAA Administrator Bobby Sturgell
2005 when a storm swept through about 9PM. I came back to my campsite and everything was gone. No tent, no cot or sleeping bag, nothing. I started asking around and people talked about watching a tent blow up the side of an RV and then over the top of it. Apparently it was quite a sight--I wish I’d seen it. After searching about a half hour I found my tent about a quarter of mile away in a ditch along side of a road. A passerby helped load the tent in the back of their pickup truck and drove it back to my campsite. By 11PM I was snug in my tent and smiling again. It’s hard to be upset for long when you’re settled in with tens of thousands of other happy people reveling in Oshkosh, which is really a synthesis of the best there is in aviation. If there were a Woodstock for pilots (without the bad connotations), this would be it.
I started the day...
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