Sharing a sky
If you’ve lost a parent - especially before their time, you spend time wondering “what if?” With each goal that Gabe reaches during his flight training, I fist-pump the air and do a little happy dance. It isn’t easy, even though he makes it look like it is. Less than 1 percent of the population has a private pilot’s license. That number shrinks even more with every checkride he passes. And let’s face it. He’s not training to work in a safe office job where the biggest security risk is someone stealing his lunch from the communal fridge. Instead, he’ll be flying 30,000 feet in the air. In an industry that has its own security force. He’s learning to prepare for bad weather, mechanical failure. Terrorists and bombs. Drunk or angry passengers. And so much of pilot training takes place on the ground. So. Many. Rules. And. Regulations. The FAA. Flight operations. Air traffic control. Getting that all-important medical certification. If it were easy, we’d all be doing it, right? My dad, wh
