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General Category => Off Topics and General Interest => Topic started by: Steve on November 17, 2014, 04:51:22 PM

Title: The Way It Was - aviation early days Short Stories
Post by: Steve on November 17, 2014, 04:51:22 PM: http://www.aerofiles.com/memories.html

Some "I want to Fly adventures" here also:

http://jimforeman.com
Title: Re: The Way It Was - aviation early days Short Stories
Post by: Bob S. on November 17, 2014, 09:35:01 PM: NEAT Stories!! The Jim Foreman story of his build of the Fokker E-III reminds me so much of me and my Eagle... Only I didn't really know how to fly (full scale)... It's a shame the pictures didn't make the storage or I can't open them... Thanks for posting the links!!
Title: Re: The Way It Was - aviation early days Short Stories
Post by: Steve on November 17, 2014, 11:38:32 PM: Quote from: Bob S. on November 17, 2014, 09:35:01 PM
NEAT Stories!! The Jim Foreman story of his build of the Fokker E-III reminds me so much of me and my Eagle... Only I didn't really know how to fly (full scale)... It's a shame the pictures didn't make the storage or I can't open them... Thanks for posting the links!!
Sounds like you are ready for the book Foreman wrote in there on the Texas panhandle...
Title: Re: The Way It Was - aviation early days Short Stories
Post by: leshoman on November 18, 2014, 08:22:01 AM: Great stories. We need to get some Legal Eagle Stories going.
Title: Re: The Way It Was - aviation early days Short Stories
Post by: Hugh Sistrunk on November 21, 2014, 10:35:43 AM: I have been a fan of Jim Foreman's stories for several years now - I was born 110 air miles south of him and finished my Panhandle raisin-up 50 miles NNW of his home town. Started my aviation passion off bumming a ride in a Crop Duster on the sly after school one day at age 12. Mom was not very happy about that, Dad threatened to beat me if I did it again - in between asking me how it felt UP THERE.... Jim's stories from the Texas Panhandle hit a special note with me. His stories make you head out to the strip, spill some gas in the tank and get some wind under the wings and in your face. Of course, by the time Uncle Sam sent me my invitation to Vietnam, I was ready to get out of the Panhandle DUST BOWL for greener pastures - taught me to be real careful about what I wished for after that :-)