Flying
by Collette
My husband lived near Wichita and worked
for Cessna Aircraft after high school and one summer during college. His job
included building the trim tabs on the smaller trainer jets known as T38’s.
Another man and he also worked on the leading edges of the ailerons sometimes. These
jets were designed for training, but could be fitted with guns, bombs and were
used in Viet Nam. Work began at 5:00 A.M. and ended at 4:00 P.M. each day.
Convinced he didn’t want to work on an
assembly line ever again, my husband did develop a love for flying. Some of our
cheaper dates included going to the airport to watch planes come in to land.
When the boys were little, their dad got his pilot’s license and flew a Cessna
172. I even took ground school with the intention of learning to land the plane
if he became ill during a trip although, but I never followed through with the
actual flying.
It seems ironic that presently Cessna has located a plant in my hometown right where my husband learned to fly. When the price of aircraft fuel took a hike as did regular gasoline, he dropped out of the flying club and gave up flying. I know it is something he still misses doing.
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