My Father’s Flight Guide and Log Rule
Many things I can say about my father… here’s one: he’s a living reminder that Compton has an airport. He was a flight instructor there in the 1970s and the early 1980s. Surviving members of the Tuskegee Airmen were his mentors. I had no idea how much “different” I was from the other boys in the ’hood just because I am his son. My father could point in the sky at a commercial airliner barreling overhead, coming in for a landing at several hundred miles an hour, and say, “I worked on that jet.” He was a mechanic for Western Airlines and Delta Airlines.
It’s too bad I never learned to fly—but that’s just the side-effects of American divorce culture…