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I once got a thumbs up from Sean D. Departing OSH, late 80's, as a flight of 2, me in an S1C and Brian in a WAR FW 190. Bright spot for a newb Pitts driver.

Three kleenex later reading your daughters note...

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Being thumbs-upped by Sean is a memorable one!

bd

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I just finished a pairing flying an aluminum tube to Frankfurt and back. My First Officer was a former Snowbird pilot. He had also flown Sea Kings for several years. My Relief Pilot had several thousand hours flying a Turbo DC3 in the Antarctic and survey all over the world. We talked flying, good instruction vs bad, how that technically, you can three point a DC3 but don’t, building airplanes and being humble. In short we all thought each other had done and was doing some cool stuff. Pilots, anything we fly that gets you airborne is a win!

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One of your best......unique tie in!

Marv

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Thank you sir! It's hard to go wrong when working with what I consider to be gems.

bd

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I'll best most Dads choked up too...I know I did!

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It's a keeper!!!

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What wonderful memories! I remember how cool it was seeing Ospreys (and many other startlingly cool aircraft) on the ramp as we taxied to the runup area. And yeah, that thumbs up is huge and suddenly the gulf between you evaporates. Mutual respect will do that. Mutual respect has the power to save humanity and the planet (he waxed wistfully).

The letter is an even deeper and more important validation of your existence. Heartwarming doesn't even begin to cover it.

Sounds like a pretty good morning to me. SO much better than watching (ugh) news.

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Thanks.

Anything is better than watching the news!

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Ah daughters!

Jim Hart

Baby Great Lakes

Mile 300 Alaska Hwy

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Mile 300, huh! I know the area well. When I was a kid, my dad drove us from Seward, Nebraska to Seward, Alaska (4,135 miles each way) and later took our basketball team up and played exhibition games at various towns on the way. The adventure, however, was that was 1952 and 53 so the Alcan wasn't really finished and wasn't even a good gravel road. The basketball trip in '53 killed two buses. Love the area!

bd

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Budd, both stories are noteworthy, for sure!

While the thumbs up is way cool, the letter has to be So much more rewarding!

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Well said!

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