The Flight Deck

Foobert

Spent my grade school years on an airport. My father is a CFI and when he wasn’t designing avionics for Bendix, he gave flight instruction and jumped out of perfectly good airplanes, just for the fun of it. I always new I’d be pilot one day.

Had quite a change in scenery when we moved to a small town in Idaho where I learned the value of hard work on the farm, not to mention a healthy bit of mechanical inclination. In high school I had grand visions of being a fighter pilot and my sights were set on getting into the Air Force Academy. But as luck would have it, a trip to the ophthalmologist dashed that dream, and I say luck as I later learned that my first problem was not my eyes — no, it was aspiring to join the ranks of the second tier of fighter pilots. I do hope this group will forgive my naivety.

Ended up rather accidentally following closely in my father’s footsteps by getting a degree in electrical engineering; now I design micro-chips for a networking company in the Silly Con Valley. I did indeed become a pilot and I do my share of “bug smashing” every chance I get. A small void lingers in my soul for not following though and serving my country regardless of the (zero) possibility I might have had to get into fighters.

For fun, I enjoy breakfast, surfing, photography, flying, learning about all things military, and other activities that rightfully deserve the ‘geek’ title associated with them — but not necessarily in that order.

BZ to Lex for all his work and allowing interlopers like myself to mill about. Not that I really needed another place to waste time on the ‘net…

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